The Missing Piece

The Missing Piece

Sitting in a restaurant
Muted lighting, marble and glass
Acres of sombre carpeting
People talking in hushed tones
Voices rising and ebbing,
Smoke wreathing bizarre trails
To the ceiling and dissipating,
Heady perfumes mingling and clashing,
Bright colors hurting the eye
Familiar haunt- your charm escapes me.

Sitting alone amongst a crowd
Loneliness, stealing in on melancholy wisps
Coloring in sepia tones the whole perspective
Laughter, crystal clear, ringing out in joyous abandon
Everything fades into fuzzy background static
People talking, temporary distractions
Barely impinge on my awareness
Clinging to a semblance of normality
Lightning strikes, with heart stopping clarity
Realization dawns, a sudden finality
Bringing sanity to the universe, order to chaos
The picture incomplete; the missing piece is you.

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