I called your name & you looked up at me
with familar eyes
i spoke & it seemed like you got a chill,
asthough you were seeing a ghost
then you realized i was real & uttered
" I dont know what to say"
& i replyed " I'm not mad at you"
As we looked into eachother faces
those missing pieces began to get filled
those eyes i see every morning
my chubby fingers
my button of a nose
& wild eyebrows gtm
i was memorized . . . atlast i found you
& as i said good-bye with a kiss to ur cheek
i walked away wondering
"Do i feel complete?"
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