
First, the thing to do
Is to choose your motive.
But for some, the motive is questionable
Or in my case, undefined.
Maybe all that time
We spent looking into each other's eyes
Was, in fact, a waste.
What seemed like years ago,
I felt your absence.
Unfilled, your space haunted me.
Today, I am ready to search
For something new, but not to fill your space;
Something to fill my space.
When you left, you took a part of me
And now I hunger for wholeness again.
But what should I devour?
Only He knows.
For me, it is a long journey,
But I will still push
To explore what I consider undefined.