INCOMPLETE
--
I am only half
of what I used to be.
A part of me is missing
and that part of me
is you.
Every thought I have
somehow ends up
back at you
and when I sleep at night
your face is the
only thing I see.
I miss you beyond words
and I hope one day
our paths cross
again, and maybe
-- just maybe --
I can be whole.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PuisiA collection of poems I have personally written, including situations dealing with life, love, and friendship.
