Plato's Theory

I've always felt like I was searching, Waiting for some part of me presumed missing, To show up and save me from myself,

My heart speaks to me,

In a language I’ve never been able to decipher,

I keep hoping someone knows how to listen to the ever growing beating, And without running, Provides an answer, According to Plato, There once were three types of human beings,Men,Women,And an androgynous type essentially a man and a woman bonded together, Out of the androgyny grew vitality, Two bodies combined into one being, When I met you, I heard symphonies, Guiding me with musical footnotes, I never read below the lines, Until your soft eyes strummed me, Along with the humming of ten violins perfectly in tune, I wondered if there was more to our story, More than just blood spilling from our bodies every time we are apart, Greek mythology told of a god's fear of the strong willed creature, Anything seeming possible, With steady beating, Of a beast with two hearts thumping, Without fear of failing, Supporting each half of itself, Eternally holding codependent independence in its four arms, The night you first held me, There was silence sneaking its way into my ribcage, You left me breathless, Yet still thriving, Oxygen from your steady tank, Relieving every inch of worry in my body, Four arms, Four legs, Entangled in sheets of small talk, Slipping promises and dreams between four lips,

Chest to chest, Our hearts were finally in sync, Zeus, Uncomfortable in his own deity,

Desired two weaker beings,

So he struck a bolt of lightning,

Down upon the life he felt threatened by,

Severing the creature in two,

Banishing one half to the other side of the planet, I remember the thunder shaking us violently, Tornado sirens piercing our ears, Cliché foreshadowing, Of what would come in three short months, My left ring finger, Empty,

Not sure why it was happening,

I commissioned you,

To paint my future endless,

A masterpiece to leave the sky breathless, But fate has a familiarity with the dramatic, The two halves of the ideal being, Spent their lives so consumed with seeking, The other halves of themselves presumed missing,Instead of living, And learning to find strength in solidarity, There were days I cried, Days my body left my soul lingering, In the shadows of doubt I had for myself, As the months passed, I found motivation for my dreams, While still savoring the yearning to find my way back to you, There are no GPS coordinates for where we meet,

No time scheduled into my day planner for the moment we fall back into place, I focused on myself, Eventually, The creatures grew tired of searching, They’d stumble, Just before falling back together again, They found each other, As soon as they did not need each other, They became one, Now, When our lips meet, Skin to skin, Effortlessly ending our journey, Weathered bodies touching, Electricity still running in our veins, A reminder, Of what severed us so quickly, I watch you, Conquering the confined lines of my heart strings,Writing out soulful stories in the language I never could speak, Before you, Before me, Plato had this theory, Soulmates were once a single being, All of the searching, For the other half of me, Strengthened me, To finally find you.

-Steph