Part Of Me Missing Poem by Dan Brown

Part of me missing.
Gone.
All of it.
All the thoughts,
all the ideas,
all the feelings,
all the fears.
Just
Gone.
There’s part of me missing,
and I don‘t know why I miss it.
There’s part of me missing,
and I can’t remember any of it.
There’s a void in my heart,
an abyss in my mind.
The piece that’s gone astray, though,
I doubt I’ll ever find.
Why does it hurt me so?
To think I’ve lost memories of something
I should want to forget?
I just feel like there is
Part of me missing.
Like it has a right to be in
my memories of the past.
I’m upset that it isn’t.
I’m upset for ignoring it so furiously,
that it has taken offence and left forever.
I blame myself, and know I shall regret it every day,
and if you’re out there, that missing piece,
please come back my way.
I miss you, and realise that without you,
I am nothing; not least the person I am today.
Such a disturbing body of my life, yet
I owe you so much; not least an apology.
Part of me missing,
with only myself to blame.
My fire will burn, until your return,
you will never extinguish this flame.