The Missing

The Missing

"Something is missing."

My heart kept telling me.

"I'm missing someone,

my other half you see?"

Through desolate years

of always asking, "who?",

my heart knew before i did,

my "who" was in fact you.

The one with lonesome eyes,

like lost oceans of pain.

He had a missing part,

and his heart felt the same.

Like an old, familiar song,

you struck a chord at first glance.

And while surrounding eyes became still,

yours seemed to dance.

A bond was quickly made.

Although, we kept it to ourselves.

Still, you wore my last name,

and i wore your shells.

As time played it's part,

our hearts no more for longed.

And then we knew at a moment 

This is where they belonged.

- Autumn Jones