Half Full

Half of me
departed with her that day,
into a dark abyss
deep inside my heart.
My mind kept searching
for a new someone
to fit as the missing piece.
Each passing month,
when my body bleeds
for the childhood left behind,
absence becomes a gift,
pulling out more of me from me...
In a dream wrapped within a dream,
I sense power felt in pain.
Past vacant corridors of the mind,
I enter that empty room,
slowly becoming the void.
I see no more around.
No more of nothing.
I find Her
in my smile.
I see Her
as my reflection.
I feel Her
through my words.
I am enough
to fulfil
my half full world...

:: Every passing month, my actions, reactions, thoughts, beliefs, choices keep reminding me of my mother... I cook the dishes she used to. I follow her sense of fashion. I laugh at the incidents she would have laughed at. I am beginning to look more and more like her. Unknowingly, I am becoming her! I have realised, this is the only way to fill the emptiness she has left behind...