It turns out you were my missing piece
But when you're gone it doesn't hurt nearly as much
As it did when he took up most of me
And I would crumble at the slightest of touch
You're the perfect size to patch me up
Without molding into my wounds
So if I must go a day without your love
My mood isn't entirely ruined
Do understand, my loving healer
I still grieve when you are gone
And a smile shines through my melancholy demeanor
When you return, for to my night, you are my dawn
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