I know I’m missing something because
I don’t feel whole, you see
I feel that I’m half
Of what I should be
But what could be missing?
In my body? And mind?
What’s that final piece?
My mother left behind?
It can’t be money
because it grows on trees
It can’t be something funny
because I laugh at everything
It can’t be toys
because I own boxes full
So, what’s that joy?
That I’m searching for?
I know it’s not chores
because I already do much
It can’t be snores
because I sleep just enough
I must not be looking for
a person with styles and flares
I guess what I need
is that one person who just really cares
 
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