Dear Soulmate 2.0 (More of a Love Letter than a Poem)

I’ve always dreamt of seeing the Northern Lights with you for the first time. I get that it may not be your first time witnessing that spectacle. But that’s okay.

 

The other day, everyone and their dog watched the Northern Lights from their backyard. My friends called me to come see them. I said I was too lazy to drag myself out of bed. Truth is, though, something inside me held me back because you weren't here. Darling, you’re running terribly late. Where the hell are you?

 

Anyway, the second night rolls around, and everyone's talking about another chance to see the lights.  Part of me was mad you weren't there to experience it with me, but another part just wasn't sure you'd ever show up at all.  So, I decided to go see it by myself.

 

I sat on the hilltop waiting for the sky to burst into colors. I waited and waited and waited. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just darkness.

 

Maybe the universe is giving me a sign, telling me to be patient and wait for you. Maybe the lights won't appear until you're here.  Maybe it's a sign you'll come eventually, and then we can see them together.

 

Oooorrr …

 

Maybe, just maybe, it's some cruel metaphor, and I'm just destined to wait for you in vain, just like I waited for those darn lights.

 

Aaaargghh!

 

I must stay positive. I know you're on your way.  Who else would I be writing all this lovey-dovey stuff for?

 

Until we meet again,

Sky.