Something Is Missing, Can It Be Found?

Something is missing,

It has to be. 

I count all the pieces,

Check off every list. 

Everything is there.

I can’t help but feel something else is at play. 

What is this gnawing feeling that follows my every move?

In the brightness of day and the darkest corners of the night.

There it is, I found it. 

Happiness and fulfillment.

Where’d they go?

In their place:

Consuming emptiness and endless hollow.

Everything is complete with the soul of it all missing.

Will it ever return?

Will I ever find it again?

Or, has it come to an end?

Have I been cursed with its permanent absence,

Bleeding from the memories of what I once had?