I’m missing you.
It’s ridiculous, I know.
3 hours gone, and the clouds have rolled in.
I’m not possessive, (I hope), but you’ll forgive me my desolation.
You see, I like being whole, complete.
Without you, I am cut in half.
A few short weeks, and I’ve half a heart- ha!
I used to think myself whole.
But I was not-you see- all along I was