Who knows

My neighbor and her boy friend sit outside on the back steps lovingly lighting each other's cigarettes and it makes me wonder. 

How often is an enabler mistaken for a soul mate?

Perhaps it doesn't matter if the things in common are good for us or not.  Perhaps it is only that we have them in common.

Maybe soul mates are truly just the other part of us, dark side and all.  After all, if I cut a rotten apple in half, the halves still belong together. Good and bad, all mixed in together, one is one.

I suppose it's possible there is more than one.  Maybe lost souls are simply one whose parts are scattered like chaff in the wind.

Who can ever really know?