I feel incomplete
without him, now.
Though not in any way
I’ve felt before.
Just a little back-flip
in the bloodstream
And complete ease
in his company.
He is like a comma,
Or a semicolon;
but not life-threatening.
He offers me a polish
My days a rhythm.
He is the choreography
to my speech,
The music to my lyric,
The map to my meandering.
A steadiness that rolls
Yet, grants me time.
As the pause within
My frenzied spattering,
He does not take my breath away.
He gives it back to me.
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