Contemplation of a soul-tied relation, The subject slowly enters into my mind, For like the fiftieth time. I know that at this point in my life, I shouldn’t try to explore my curiosity. It’s a standard that I know I’ve set, A grievance to God I can’t forget. I guess it’s a part of the territory, Of my vulnerability. The longing for that feeling, That I belong to someone, And that they belong to me, Becomes a part of my collection of desires, You know how I desire affection. I think of how it would feel, Before, during, afterward, As we move forward, sideways, backward. It’s a focal point, On the race track of my brain. But there are other points that somehow overtake, Like the what ifs and the what would’s, To whom would I usher in pain, And the disappointments that I would apparently make. But just to think about it. Is that wrong? I mean thoughts are naturally going to come. But I guess I’m safe if I don’t put a name, To the place of, to the face of, That ordained special someone.