What is wrong with him?
He’s drifting like a lost boat,
searching for his shore,
hoping someone will hear
the ache in his fractured voice.

I heard his cries.
He wanted help.

I reached out my hand.
He took it our eyes locked,
the only person who truly heard.
The only person who cared.

We were there at the dawn of time.
We remained until its end.

He rescued me, as I rescued him.
Two broken hearts binding each other.
Two beings converting into one.

But I wonder are we destined to be,
or only a trauma bond dressed up as soulmates who are not meant to be?