Missing

I woke up with half of me missing.

Perhaps it was tired of the other,

Constantly clashing and roiling,

Always at odds with one another.

 

I woke up with half of me missing.

Maybe it went with God.

He called up the best part of me,

In hopes that the other would just get lost.

 

I woke up with half of me missing.

I don’t know if I’ll ever see it again.

There’s only one half of me left,

Now both where I end, and where I begin.

 

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