poem Three - Soulmate

with no Soul mate, I am never Late.
with no Son, it not really Fun.
with no one Missing me, life has no "Weeeh".
with no Trust in People, no Disapoitment awaits.

just me, myself and I, it's like Living on a Lie.
no Meening, no Purpose, no one to Nurse.
no Soulsharing to host, is what I Miss the most.
the Past is the past, and a Chapter is closed.