Something is Missing

It’s Sunday.

Lying in bed,

eyes dry, waking up to the sound

of the ceiling fan.

My love is next to me

And my dog is tap dancing

around the house in happiness.

This is every man’s dream.

To have this.

THIS

Something so simple

but beautiful in every way.

So why do I feel this way?

Why do I feel

like I’m sad on the inside?

Like I’m still searching

for a part of me.

Like something is missing.

I pondered the thought

until water rushed down

my dry eyes.

I held my love in my arms

while my brokenness

went unnoticed.

I shouldn’t feel like this.

I have everything

I could possibly want.

But I do feel like this.

And I can’t explain it.

I don’t even understand it.

A piece of me

is missing something.

Something that I have

long forgotten about.

That piece is searching

for me.

But I’m too afraid

to look for myself.