Something is missing.
A week ago, I wouldn't have said anything.
A day ago, I wouldn't have done anything.
I found courage.
I talked.
It is still missing, but I know where it is.
A day, a week, a month, a year.
It all went by so quick.
Still sitting there untouched, unnoticed.
I might never be whole
But I will be happy.
In fear I wait
Holding my breath.
Pride and courage have no place
All that is left is love.
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Something Missing
PoetryA poem about finding the person that you know you love but don't have the courage or the ability to tell them so.
