I look at
my life and
I know that
I am happy
with it,
that I am
content,
but I seem
to lack
something vital.
There is
something missing.

So after an age
of hesitations,
I get over my
secret fears,
and pick up the phone
to make a call.
And when I hear
your voice
for the first time
in what feels like
forever,
something in
my heart seems to
slot back
into place.

So until the next
time that the
edges of my soul
go black
with the terror of
forgetting again,
I can say that
not only am I happy,
but that I am
complete.