My missing piece
Oh I’m looking for my missing piece
Hi-dee ho, here I go
It’s been two days since you left
It feels like I’ve been rolling for centuries
You’re the piece that is just right for me
Maybe you may miss me, too
Yours a happy kind of missing
Not one wedged down a throat
Not one choking someone’s song
When you’ve gone missing
I question object permanence
Disappearance seems forever
Revolution seems to stop
Electrons grind to a halt
I miss you as free radicals do
A hungry kind of missing
An empty kind of missing
Only your love keeps me rolling
I am glad you are loved
Even though apart from me
You wedged into another
Making another perfect pie
Within the hollow of your space
I sing a lonesome howl
Unable to soothe my emptiness
But, pies are meant to be carved
Till only crumbs are left in a tin
No one gets the whole pie
The Eucharist illuminates the whole
I won’t stop my missing piece
I can't stop him from rolling on
He will come and go as he pleases
I won’t stop him from crooning
How do I deal with the cavity left?
I’ll learn how to talk to a worm
Slow down for a butterfly to land
Hi-dee ho, here I go
Shel Silverstein be damned
I’m no good without my missing piece
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