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MIssing a Piece
A missing piece
The days seem much longer; the minutes stretch on forever.
The clouds grow darker, despite the fair weather.
Walking is even harder, it seems breathing may cease;
The puzzle of my life is missing a piece.
Patience is strained while I stand looking from the door,
Waiting; just waiting for that which I adore.
The faithful have been waiting for thousands of years;
But is my anguish no less; the wound is still fresh; as my cup fills with tears?
I know healing will come when you’re headed this way.
Your smile is as Will said; as lovely as a summer’s day.
When bestowed upon us mortals, it fills the great hole.
For each of us has something missing; for me it’s my soul.
Then you appear as my heart had foretold.
Your head held so high; your countenance so bold.
That sparkle in your eyes has a two pronged effect,
To thrill or terrify; regardless, it commands my respect.
