A Poem a Day (729): A missing piece

 
A missing piece.
You can feel it,
can’t see it,
this fractured thing,
an echo in the dark.
 
A piece of something
you never knew.
What someone said,
but never meant.
A memory of being
the thing you wanted to be.
 
And so you need to ask:
what do I want,
what do I need?
 
Who are you?
 
Because the more you ask
the less you are.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 2025