He was the sun to my moon
and the yin to my yang.
Without him,
I am unbalanced.
He was my other half,
the one who completed me.
And I couldn’t ask
for anything more.

He was the apple of my eye
and the center of my universe.
Without him,
I am insubstantial.
He was my post,
my shoulder to lean on.
And I couldn’t ask
for anything more.

He was the white to my black
and the rainbow to my rainy day.
Without him,
I am dull.
He was my happy pill,
the one who
put a smile on my face effortlessly.
And I couldn’t ask
for anything more.

His departure was inevitable.
And until now,
it remains as an enigma.
He left me clues and hints
and problems to solve.
And I couldn’t ask
for anything more.

His sweet voice
still lingers.
I can still hear
his last words.
“It will always be you.”
And I couldn’t ask
for anything more.

His promise runs
through my mind all day.
It’s a repetitive mantra
that feels like schizophrenia. “We’ll see each other again.”
And I couldn’t ask
for anything more.

Every day,
I wait for him
to fulfill his promise.
Even though, in my heart of hearts,
I know it won’t happen.
I long to see his warm,
loving eyes again.
And if I do,
I would never ask
for anything more.