When

I Wonder,
how i can be,
without the rest,
of me.
That other part,
missing,
from me.
When can i stop,
hopping on only,
one leg?
Only when,
i get back,
my lost half.

I lay here,
cold,
being exposed,
without her.
Her,
my other side,
the part,
that will make me,
whole.

But,
when will i,
be whole?
When will i,
have that part,
attached to me?

When that,
the final light,
dawns on me,
will she hold me,
from then,
and through the,
darkest of nights.

Bright,
once more,
for only the sake of,
my love,
her love,
our love.



Poetry by Razel Davies
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 22:36

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