Searching

Why does the day sometimes feel incomplete?
As though searching through conversations you may find
Replaying something still left to say
Something just hovering at the back of your mind?
But there it is, the feeling of having stopped just short
of the end of the book that gripped you to the core
that you were reading with such passion
that you have never felt before.

They say that sometimes souls split and wander, 
lost, waywardly searching for the other part;
you look but the soulmate eludes till in some odd, 
coincidental way, life orchestrates the meeting of two hearts.
For sometimes I love you more than the soul can know.
For you, my love, can make the horizon glow.