The Missing Piece

Doesn’t she know?

How could she not.

Doesn’t she feel it,

Doesn’t she notice that piece of him that has gone missing,

again?

And where does it go,

where does he take it and

who does he give it to?

Does she know?

I guess not, but I know.

It isn’t lost or misplaced.

I have captured it.

I hold that missing and best part of him.

The part that she is missing.

The part he gives only to me.

The pieces of him that I can’t have are far greater than the one she misses,

but at least I know what to name it.

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