Last night
I fell asleep to the pitter patter of graceful rain
Splashing against the roof over my open window.
As I lay there,
I silently bathed myself in numerous thoughts
Of how perfectly peaceful this feeling was.
My window,
Open to such a vast world.
And here I was, listening to its beauty.
Here I am, living its wonder.
But the absence of one thing lingered over my heart,
Something I miss,
Something that would have completed this moment,
Something that should have wrapped around me,
An empty space that should have been filled.

This morning
I woke up
And looked out of my open window,
Again at the beauty,
Again at the vastness,
Again at the wonder,
And I knew that none of it matters to me
Without the missing piece.