Missing
I woke up with half of me missing.
Perhaps it was tired of the other,
Constantly clashing and roiling,
Always at odds with one another.
I woke up with half of me missing.
Maybe it went with God.
He called up the best part of me,
In hopes that the other would just get lost.
I woke up with half of me missing.
I don’t know if I’ll ever see it again.
There’s only one half of me left,
Now both where I end, and where I begin.