Missing Pieces
You are more than an idea,
A photo, a
disembodied voice.
More than shared thoughts,
Ideas and dreams.
You are
more than the scent
On a handkerchief,
A piece of hair caught
In the
flap of an envelope.
You are the part of my heart
That was missing.
The
conclusion of
An unfinished thought.
You are the answer
Before the
question.
The other half of my soul.
You are the continuation
Of a past
life.
The lover I left too soon
In a life cut short.
You are the warmth
I was seeking
On this cold journey.
A welcome home
For a weary
traveler.
Is it the memory I love
Or you?
If
I've never touched you,
How would I know
It was your embrace
That I
missed.
How do I know
You are the one I love?
Your eyes are the same
eyes
That I have known.
Eyes that lifted me up
And held me
captive.
Eyes that cried when I left
And sparkled at my return.
Eyes
that are the windows
To my soul.
I may not have recognized
The image
you wear in this life.
Your name may have
Meant nothing to me.
But
your eyes said hello
For the thousandth time,
And I knew who you
were.