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