The Missing Piece Poem by Robert Smith

i think i've lost a piece of me
i'm not sure just where to find it.
i've looked around reality
without the nerve to look behind it

it's like an itch that can't be scratched
a limb that can't be reattached
a hole so big it can't be patched
a fish escaped but not unhooked

peeling back the veil of real
reveals the piece and more it does
forgotten dreams and fantasies
of who i think i thought i was

my sins of youth left unabsolved
mysteries of my life unsolved
wasted love withheld, dissolved
i wish now i had never looked