Half
an Orange
Why
do I believe,
Or
at least fascinate over,
The
fantasy that I,
Am
only half of me ?
I
see you there,
And
become somehow aware,
Perhaps
you will be,
The
compliment of me.
But
is it really true,
That,
I am half of you ?
Devoid
of completeness,
Sailing
alone under duress.
Will
you prove yet to be,
The
miracle I would see ?
Come
home to reveal to me,
Two
halves, a whole, being free.....
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