Once I thought that I might be
your everything, your missing piece.
Now I believe I am for you
both far too much, while also not enough.

I still wonder, if I had truly fit you
would you fit me, too?
or would I come up empty
still preferring my own company
(as I do now, in this path I’ve followed)

My wondering still misses
those maybe might-have-been’s
with you
the unknown
captivates