in the corner of my room
lies there in gloom
a canvas, a mirror
of my loneliness terror

incomplete tile
with neat smile
a face of angel
on white rectangle

my beloved painting
you are feigning.
did you miss my brush
with incomplete plush?

I miss you every day
my imaginations play
when I complete you
what shall I do?

shall I look at you again?
shall I feel the same pain?
or a vivid memory
shall release my agony

will you miss my touch
or shall I miss you much?
the bond between me and you
is the only thing which is true

my beloved elf
a part of myself
incomplete feeling
colors of my healing

shall I stand through
in front of you?!
will I complete you?
or you will complete me?