Completion

Perhaps

In the frantic, hot expansion of

the beginning

A star exploded

And two pieces flew

Asunder

Lost in the turmoil

Of the big bang

Drifting

Combining

Becoming

Dying

Endlessly cycling and always

Lost

Lonely

Unfinished

Until one miraculous

Coincidental

Fateful day

When on a street

The pieces met

In human souls

And said

You are my other

The thing I craved

Sensing

The one thing

They had always sought.

Completion.