Your absence has left me broken and lost,
Desperate to find my shattered pieces,
In order to mend them together.
But what if I’m not meant to be mended?
Desperation makes me rush to find my old confident self,
I fear that I’ve lost her forever,
And no matter how much I search,
I just can’t find her.
What if this is how it’s supposed to be?
Maybe the gaps are meant to be there,
To expose a hidden part of me to the world.
Maybe they’re supposed to be a portal for memories,
To be accepted, loved and embraced.