Incomplete

Almost there, but not quite there yet

The hairline crack is really a yawning gap

What I miss is what I almost have

But what I really have isn't quite there yet

I said, 'you complete me'

You said, 'there is nothing left of me'

And I became the crack, the gap

And I let myself into the trap

Of hope and despair

An apparition beyond repair

And I live a life without colours

And I live this life of half-measures