empty

everyone says,

"what they don't know won't hurt them"

i don't think this applies to me.

if i had never met you,

if you never existed,

the hole in my being would still be there.

my soul would still search for you.

the emptiness would sting,

and my hands would feel empty.

i may not know what's missing,

but i would still feel your absence.

i'd fill it with people,

substances,

but the empty feeling would stay.

life would be enough,

but confusion would be everlasting.

and the love i have for my missing piece

would seep into my head,

and pour out of my eyes.