why
is it
so hard to
tell you
g o o d n i g h t
when i know
i'll see you
again
come
morning?
i read once that
the soul doesn't know
time or reason, it only
understands when it's
not whole. i guess
that means
you're
m y
missing
piece , the
one i've thought
was too lost to be found
(my hands don't
s h a k e w h e n
y o u ' r e
around)