What Could That Be, Huh! ! ? ? ? ? Poem by WIN VENTURA

Something was always missing,

On which I could not put my finger.

When....

I sit here all alone,

Trying to string some words together,

 Felt a sharp tingle

Throbbing my heart ….

Yearning to feel forever.

And…

When, I hunt for an answer, to be filled…..

Nothing seems to appear! ! !

Patiently, will cleave to it,

 If it emerge on its own.

And...

With my arms wide open,

Will clutch it…..when the presence is known! ! ! !



What could that be, huh! ! ? ? ? ?