Missing Piece

I am not broken.
Let me say that first.
I roll just fine on my own,
steady, seasoned,
edges softened by time.

But there is a space in me
that is not emptiness
it is invitation.

Not a hole begging to be filled,
not a crack crying repair,
but a curve shaped by purpose,
waiting for what fits
without force.

As we do it naturally...

I don’t want ro go into another year
of circling the same days,
calling solitude strength
when it’s really just habit
wearing a brave face.

I want to move forward
with some-one
not carried, not completed,
but accompanied.

Someone whose presence
does not slow my joy
or rush my healing.
Someone who rolls beside me
at my natural pace,
laughing when we wobble,
patient when the road
is uneven.

I am not searching for perfection.
I am searching for alignment.
For the one who adds value
to my spirit,
who sharpens my kindness,
who makes my silence feel full
instead of lonely.

If I walk into another year alone,
let it be with shoulders brushing,
with shared direction,
with a rhythm that says:
"we choose each other"
not out of need,
but out of recognition.

I am whole.
I am moving.
And I am ready
to roll forward
not alone,
but with the one
who fits the journey...

And that some-one is you. 

I miss my missing piece 😔

A  poem from the heart 

by N'gamé 🦋