Complete with Nothing
I wished for a corner
You gave me a world
With its innate intricacies; yet colourful.
I wished for a touch,
You gave me a moment’s infinite joy
Inexplicable; yet so silent.
You disappeared just as a fleeting thought.
Yes, fleeting; wild and accurate.
In your thoughts that I saw each morning
And slept off in the darkest hours.
But I know, you are yet, but a thought.
Not near. Not far. Somewhere meandering...
With little I feel fulfilled
With nothing I feel complete
But I know, you are yet, but a thought...
Great poetry.
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