incompletion
i had no excuse then.
how could i miss something
i never had?
...but now i do.
i feel incomplete.
there is a piece of me missing.
and there is no need of searching.
i know where you are. and
i know where you are not...
here, with me.
how could i not miss you?
so long as,
we are like
the sun and moon,
i shall live my days
yearning to be near.
no longer apart.
