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