Without you,

I don't feel whole.

I'm not sure when 

I became a part,

when I came apart,

but now, I am half. 

And every breath 

without you

is labored,

long and held,

in anticipation 

of your return.

My mind is clouded,

every unconscious thought

one of you. 

 

Waiting. 

Wanting. 

Unfinished. 

 

I am a part, 

apart from you. 

 

Return to me,

complete me.