Searching

I'm searching, I'm hunting, I'm desperately seeking that part of me that's still missing. This chunk, this piece, this remnant of my soul is all I need to truly be whole. What it is, I cannot say. What it is, I do not fully know. Like with all emotions, these simple pains, it grows stronger day by day. This portion of myself has been missing for many years it seems. Could it be a smile, a laugh, a joyful tear. Or rather, a friend, a foe, a place to call home. This missing puzzle piece is large enough to cause the mind to simply sit and stare. Unaware. Detached. Remote. Not whole. This piece of my soul has me searching high and low. This piece of myself has me all alone.