Scratch

Scratch

The jealous Gods had prevented them-
From becoming that perfect being
And split them down the middle
Forcing souls to move on the wind,
Twirling to and fro
Up and down,
Looking to be whole again.

Life times may go by before-
A hint of recollection happens.
In a glint of a child’s eye,
In a nervous smile of a stranger in an elevator,
In the voice of a wrong number,
In a hand shake of a special someone-
In your best friends life,
A scent on the wind.

The shell changes from life to life.
Time erases the memory.
One remembers and the other does not.
Damage to the heart as well as the soul-
Make these Gods smile.
Their objective is realized.

The empathetic Gods felt this pain.
Let the mist of forgetfulness-
Be lifted on a worthy few.
Hearts smiled.
Souls awakened,
Invigorated, reunited, whole-
Danced a perfect dance.