there is no
such thing as you
can have everything
there is always something
missing: a link, a key,
a thought,
always, always something
is slipping
on the tongue, someone
you love
sometimes forgotten,
someone you miss is
left alone, there is
no such thing as the
complete me, as always
there is an emptiness
which you say, can only
be filled by God, can
only be taken, and
returned and found by
God, and sometimes it
is God which is missing,
forgotten, left out,
unfound, uncalled.
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