Long ago I stopped looking
Do you exist?
Heart’s longing for fiction
A soul to touch a soul
A hand for a hand
One breathless kiss
Desire to not let go
Do you exist?
An equal an exact match
Us instead of me
Can there be?
Two halves to make a whole
How can that be
when all I see in the mirror is me
whole and complete
A tangible longing still present
I stopped looking long ago
for the other half to make this heart whole
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