I yearn for someone who doesn't exist

I can feel the imprint on my soul in the shape of their heart, the echo of their heartbeat throbbing through me

I crave the embrace of a dream, longing for an astral projection to wrap me in a cocoon of cosmic essence and relief

The ghost of my other half lingers in my bones, eating away at my marrow and leaving an insatiable craving

No other jigsaw pieces complete my puzzle

Forcing them in does no good, leaving me both empty and too full

The outline of the gap haunts every crowd and silent moment, a bitter spirt at the base of my skull keeping it in the forefront of my mind

I stumble along, a halfway finished art project

Having the talent but not the muse

I reach for the stars, hoping to break through the blanket of deep blue sky and find another hand, one that slots perfectly between my fingers

But all that comes to me is cold air and a sore arm

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