Part of me missing.
Gone.
All of it.
All the thoughts,
all the ideas,
all the feelings,
all the fears.
Just
Gone.
There’s part of me missing,
and I don‘t know why I miss it.
There’s part of me missing,
and I can’t remember any of it.
There’s a void in my heart,
an abyss in my mind.
The piece that’s gone astray, though,
I doubt I’ll ever find.
Why does it hurt me so?
To think I’ve lost memories of something
I should want to forget?
I just feel like there is
Part of me missing.
Like it has a right to be in
my memories of the past.
I’m upset that it isn’t.
I’m upset for ignoring it so furiously,
that it has taken offence and left forever.
I blame myself, and know I shall regret it every day,
and if you’re out there, that missing piece,
please come back my way.
I miss you, and realise that without you,
I am nothing; not least the person I am today.
Such a disturbing body of my life, yet
I owe you so much; not least an apology.
Part of me missing,
with only myself to blame.
My fire will burn, until your return,
you will never extinguish this flame.
Part Of Me Missing
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