A Bond Without A Name

You are not my friend,
not my lover—
so why does my soul
recognize yours?

I have never seen you in person,
never held your hand,
yet something in me
leans toward your warmth
as if it has always known you.

Blood binds us to parents,
birth binds us to siblings,
choice binds us to life partners—
and still, even those bonds
can bruise our heart.

But you—
you came like an unannounced rain,
We soothed each other
without trying,
grew close
without planning,
shared hours across distance,
and not once
did you wound me.

Perhaps the Divine
creates certain souls in pairs—
perfectly matched,
yet set in different worlds,
so they shine
without burning each other.

If you had been mine in life,
if we had a name for our togetherness—
maybe we too
would have learned
the language of hurting.

So this is how we remain:
unmet, untouched,
unbroken.

We will not meet again,
and maybe that is the grace.
For what we were
still glows—
to warm our souls.