October 10, 2011
Some part of you is missing.

I’ve searched in your eyes,
in your hands, in the mirror,
but somehow I’ve let you down:
I’ve stolen from you and I don’t know
what it is I’m to give back.

Show me what I’ve stolen,
describe its shape, its color,
its sound. I will look in the center
of the sun, in the depths
of the ocean, if I can only find
it for you.

Some part of you is missing,
but I haven’t a clue what.

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