By swallowthemoon@angelfire.com
Date: 14 December 1999

Partially Whole

Terror as I realize that you might not stay
When did this world get so big, when did I get so small?

Cringing without you, I cannot
But I was okay before you, I was very tall.

Nowhere, when I think on days before this
How am I complete with you; it scares me more than death.

Struggling within myself to find a cup of coffee
So as to comfort and control.

I just find these pieces you keep giving me
Without them I would not love life.