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,
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.
2 thoughts on “The Missing Piece”
There’s a sadness to these lines…no one have full fulfillment.
Yes, I agree…they say it is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all… but there are days when I doubt that