Complete

02/07/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation

I do not feel complete –

I am a half, a quarter, an eighth –

Divided and separated,

Not whole by any margin.

 

My heart is simultaneously full

And empty at the same time.

Conflicting emotions wash over me

And drag me down below.

 

I want to be at one,

Not cleaved by indecision.

I know what it is I want

But not how to start that journey.

 

My heart is drawn in one direction

While my brain pulls in the other,

Neither winning the battle

And the war hardly begun.

Incomplete

Forget all that has gone before –

The lovers, the losses, the never were –

They mean little more than nothing

And a whole lot less than one.

They pale into insignificance,

A fleeting memory on the wind,

Cast aside in your presence

Like resolutions made in haste.

When you are near to me

I drink in all that you are.

You fill me and complete me

Until I feel I may burst.

Without you I find joy

But it doesn’t spark a light inside.

That which once excited me

Plays indifferent in my mind.

I want to share my world with you,

To fill every hidden void.

I want to create perfect memories

Of imperfect rendezvous’.

Look forward to our future,

Held before us in such embrace

That all who should espy it

Should feel quite whole again. 

And though these lines are written

And must surely come to an end,

May they serve as soft reminders

Of what we are when not alone.