That I could try to have you;
more so without having to fight
Of your fingers that seem to fit
oh, so well when with mine
Your eyes that see me;
not for who I am, but for the better being
the one I could become
Of how you lead me down a path
and tie me down with your heart
My missing puzzle Piece
my perfect fit.
Of how I ever see my life so empty,
but now I have you.
And I see how you entered
and rendered it meaningful
And now I sit here
I dread and shudder at the mere thought
Of waking up, opening my eyes to your absence
Your absence that would my heart rip out
a nullification of what we had
For trying to fill up the emptiness,
for trying to be your puzzle piece.
For trying to conjure up your existence…