I know something is missing
A hole, a nothing
It ought to be something
But nothing works.
I tried chocolate
but it only filled my waistband.
I went on to cake,
Same happened, a size up.
I signed onto a date site,
looking for friendship, maybe more.
No joy, except someone looking for
easy going and loose limbed.
Not really me.
Still, something is missing.
I got out and about,
joined a walking club, lost the
chocolate and cake,
the waistband got smaller.
I had fun.
I laughed.
Someone laughed with me.
A tingling and the hole got smaller.
He shared his chocolate.
Nothing missing, a good feeling.
He held my hand.
Soul mates.
This poem is my version of a doodle in words for the daily prompt – born to be with you.
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