What I Was Missing

November 17, 2010
By , Madison, WI
how did I sleep
before, in the night
I could reach out for your hand
and find it
and pull myself closer
I don't understand
now that,
gone again
that was not all I wanted
I didn't know what I was missing
I do not feel the same kind of lonely
as before
it feels as if you took a knife
and carved out something
the only explanation
I can find
is that what ever you took
you put it there first
and before that
I didn't need it to survive

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