Lacking one thing means lacking it all

Being both fortunate and unlucky

I seem to seek out misery

as much as it seeks me out.

I’ve sought you out

and you came to me,

my angel, my friend, my love,

harbinger of sorrow, trustee, dove.

You were far, you were close-

I dreamt about you, all those lonely nights.

You took my heart to untold heights.

You were the one I chose.

But now there is doubt, confusion.

Did we do the right thing, can we work it out?

Sometimes, out of pure frustration,

I want to scream, shout and bellow.

Was it all an illusion?

This runs through your head

and lies hidden in the unspoken words.

How do we heal our hurts

and make right what seems so bad?

All we can do is what’s in our hearts,

for our future rests not with cards.

You are just one of the many things in life,

yet missing you is missing everything, all.

I sit around patiently, hoping for a call.

You are already my angel,

maybe one day you’ll also be my wife…

MdG