Missing Piece

I’m searching for the missing pieces 

The things that don’t complete me!

I’m not entirely null, 

But I can see what can fill me! It’s near me.

I wanted to grab on to that to make me whole and never let go

But it would choke that poor piece of my void, 

It’s got a life of its own.

To be unfullfilled, and watch it from a distance,

Gave me a high, much higher than any substance 

I will not grab it! I will attract it, 

Manifest, and  it will come, 

Perhaps in my next life.

Or I’ll settle for something similar, 

This life until I die.