You never talked to me that much,
And we're not even that close,
Yet you have observed me
Like an open book,
And gave me letters.
I still remember the time
When I seemed to be
Going out of my mind,
And things have gone out of hand
I just found a piece of paper
On my desk with;
Words so soothing
Like a cold wash of relief
Words so soft like a cotton
And your name,
Lousily scrawled at the bottom

We are complete
We always are
But every once in a while
We lose a part of our soul,
Of our body, of our mind
To someone
We thought we need essentially.
So when they leave
We hope they come back
Eventually