There is something of me missing
Lost in the space between that first stolen glance
And the time of the clashing, dancing eyes that
say;
‘I want you,
you want me to want you,
I’ll
have you, you want me to have you’
There is something of me missing
Lost to the nights reaching to grasp
The naked flesh of a comely, fire haired girl,
To reach the heavens, to touch God, to keep alive
The nightmares we prayed never to end.
There is something of me missing
I know it in the best of times, riding high
On mountains brought low, valleys elevated, liquor
Spilling to the ground to honour the gods
And ruin the ladies’ pretty shoes
There is something of me missing
I know it in the worst of times, drunk, fighting,
losing
Violent battles with the demons that shadow my
days,
Memories, like ghosts, that rise to take from me
The simple pleasures of a warm night’s sleep
There is something of me missing
Look! Can you see it in the rage that quietly
burns
With the fury of a thousand hells, waiting its
hour
To taste the air it needs to break free,
To scorch the earth, leaving a scar that never
fades
There is something of me missing
Can you not see the madness of passing passions,
Aspirations that take the place of seeing, of
living
Of certainty about who I am, what I’m about,
Who I’m supposed to be. Can you not see it?
Look! Look at me next to you
Body and spirit here content in the familiarity of
now
Still searching, not finding, longing for another
To touch my hand and make me forget
There is something of me missing still.
