Shutting my eyes, the world dropping dead
A figure in red
shoes
appears before my sight
I see him in perfection
and there are no words to
describe the feeling that overwhelms
my bandaged heart
when I see him.
Try.
The nearest I can come is completeness.
As though it's the first day I've met him
and to introduce himself he merely walked
toward me and said,
"Hello,
I'm your other half."
I have only one desire for this boy who completes me.
To complete him,
with a smile.
