A Reflective Prose…

Do we really choose who we fall in love with?
I know that most of us think that we do….
We meet that certain someone, and go out on dates,
connect in so many ways…..
It feels right, so the journey begins….
What happens when it starts to feel so wrong?
When the years have past, and you’ve built a life?
When you look at your life and see that gap within?
That jigsaw piece that never really fitted,
but you forced it in, because…it almost worked…
Hmmm….Almost…maybe not one of your better ideas…
So now you arrive at this point,
when the one you thought would be just that….isn’t…
And never really was…
Oh how easily we can fool ourselves…
And the one you loved, is still in love with you,
an added complication…….

This would have been fine, if I hadn’t met you….
This would have continued in much the same vein…
I could have overlooked the part that was missing…
After so many years, did it really matter?
But meeting that other soul,
when I hadn’t even been looking…
touching the essence of them and finding the perfect fit….
Knowing now how empty my life really was…..
Such stark reality is hard to take..
the mirrored reflection can be so unforgiving…
My soul knew him, this dark haired stranger,
My heart rejoiced when he reached out his hand..
I am in love, and didn’t see it coming….
We do not always choose, sometimes the Gods step in……