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There’s Something Missing
A Poem
they tell me they’re going to see the world with me,
and i’m cradled in them each and every day —
just wondering when this present will become a future —
until i realize the warmth is just secondhand
the truth is
i still think about you each and every day,
and no playful jokes can ever deny
that i wish for more
sitting with someone, feet dangling above the carpet,
the couch a centerpiece in front of a movie screen —
oh, is this what i want?
or do i long for something else,
something that can only be told in conversations —
written in the stars, perhaps,
or somewhere far away?
some girls say they want golden retrievers as boyfriends,
but i can’t look at it that way (never have, never will) —
and when i looked at you, oh, i saw someone
in the glass who inspired something in me
(because i always want you
to inspire something in me)
