I glimpse the gaps between each finger,

Just waiting to be filled by another’s,

All that’s left to do is linger,

Before we find our “other”.


At times the emptiness consumes

The very hopes we hold,

A single, lonely vision looms,

And we fear what’s to unfold.


And yet, a single being was made,

To fill that empty void,

Harmony of our heart’s serenade,

Too strong to be destroyed


And through the tears, the hurt, the wait,

We grow stronger through the pain,

And when we find that linking fate,

We comprehend what there was to gain.


The gaps are filled, the void is gone,

Two hands intertwined as one,

They walk the path into the dawn,

As they watch the setting sun.