Mate of my soul



When silence settles in the air,

And all the world feels cold and bare,

A voice will rise, soft, calm, and true—

And in that moment, I find *you*.

Not forged by fate or ancient scrolls,

But stitched between our searching souls,

This bond we share—no mere delight—

But something steady, brave, and bright.

We met perhaps by chance, or not,

A spark ignites where hearts are caught.

A laugh, a glance, a simple word,

And suddenly, life’s song is heard.

In younger days, we raced the sun,

With scraped-up knees and hearts undone.

We built our castles out of dreams,

And mended tears with duct-tape seams.

You knew the storm inside my eyes,

The questions I would try to hide.

No judgment came, no need to flee—

Just space enough to still be me.

When nights grew long and hope ran dry,

You sat with me and let me cry.

No need for speeches, grand or wise—

Just your hand, firm, and steady eyes.

We’ve walked through fire and danced in rain,

We’ve held our joy, we’ve shared our pain.

When I forgot the song I knew,

You hummed it back, and I pulled through.

You dared to call me strong when weak,

You stayed when I could hardly speak.

You stood between me and the tide—

My friend, my anchor, and my guide.

Years will pass, as all years do,

And time will write its lines on you.

But I shall know, through dusk and dawn,

That friendship's thread still lingers on.

The seasons change, the world spins fast,

New faces come, new shadows cast.

But in my heart, you'll have a place

No time nor distance could erase.

For friends like you are rare and right—

A northern star, a guiding light.

Not made of gold, yet worth far more

Than treasure locked behind a door.

And should the path grow dark again,

I’ll seek you out, my dearest friend.

For you have been my harbor still—

My compass when I lost my will.

So here’s to you—the soul I trust,

The hand I’d reach for in the dust.

Through all life’s ends, through all that is—

Our friendship stands,