An Absence A Craving In a moment's absence, I crave, I long for my being because he is not just my half. You see he makes up what you're seeing-- what you perceive as me, from my demeanor to my laugh-- he gave these gifts to me; the smile on my face-- he placed there selflessly-- and the confidence I strut, he built one truth at a time; only with the rhythm of his heart could I find this rhyme disguised as mine. Hush now- my heart, he, approaches, and anticipation flutters in my void as I yearn to be whole; he is my #life's persistence-- we share the same soul.
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