Matchmaker Remember that time when we were kids And we used to dream of that perfect person When soul mates were idealistic things Instead of real people with real feelings Terrified to be left on their own. Because sometimes loneliness is too heavy a burden to carry--alone But you never could understand That the fusion of hearts cannot be sewn together by a surgeon's needle The same way a person can't make another fall in love with them But rather push them tumbling headlong into the void Crashing into heartaches and heartbreaks After moments so perfect the earth has to tear its gaze away from the sun to stare Time frozen between the spinning and the watching And when the falling is over You're left with nothing but a pocketful of tears And eyes like river stones, wet and worn by the painful rubbing of loss But when those tears overflow to form oceans You are the person Who builds the bridges To cross them A first-hand mechanic, pulling on the ropes of that hot air balloon called #life As you rise up above them Leaving the pains and aches behind For the people of the past Who will be forever framed in the gaps between the stars Shadowed in the light of another's success Until they learn what you have: That the only thing standing in the way of their happiness Is the realization that love does not only come from within the match But comes from matching their needs Before your own.