Poetry

Missing piece

What if I cannot find the missing piece that  

completes me,

will it take years of searching to find one that fits

right?

The urge for somebody else’s presence to 

satisfy my affections and fantasises,

why does the sudden urge of closeness 

leave me hopelessly wondering for my non-

existent companion?

Perhaps I am afraid

that there is no one to be the missing piece,

maybe there’s not a piece shaped to complete me.

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