Soulmates through Sunday

I wonder if maybe
the universe brought us to meet
to discover together,
the secret to life?    
Than it occurred to me        
that we already did,        
back there in that hotel room.        
Two singles, a single soul        
and dismantled antique headboard.        
A fleeting weekend        
that has sustained me        
through dark hours        
and weeks to follow.        
Something to smile about    
through the pain      
or laugh all the while for  
looking into fears ugly eyes       
and something to write about    
when I cry,        
that keeps me company.        
You are like looking for the moon,        
not recognizing an eclipse.        
I miss you.        
I can’t see you,        
until you reshow your familiar face.