Half of My Heart

Half of my heart is here.

Half of my heart is missing.

Half of my soul is gone.

A feeling of complete incompleteness.

Little did I know how you would take half of me with you when you left.

But even without you here I'm falling each and every day.

Farther and harder than the day before.

I didn't know distance could have so little impact.

And at the same time weigh so much on your soul.

I set out, started out, determined to be strong.

But strength turns to weakness when you miss someone so much.

The longing, the aching is always there.

Sometimes I feel it more than others.

You're always on my mind.

Sometimes at the forefront,

sometimes in the background,

and sometimes somewhere in between.

I think of you.

In the songs on the radio.

In the night sky.
In the movies I watch.

In the long drives I take.

In the places I go.

I wish you were here.

I wish I could see your smile.
And hear your laugh.

I wish I could talk to you--tell you everything.

Hear your voice, your words.

The sound of your fingers on your guitar strings.

The sound of your footsteps on the pavement.

Hear how you are doing from your own mouth, in your own voice.

Hearing through other people just isn't the same.

Amidst all the longing, I know you couldn't be in a better place.

You are doing exactly what God needs you to be doing.

But missing you is one of the more painful things in my life.

I know I have to go on.

The journey has only begun.

I will continue to wish

but with a reassurance that I will see you again.

It will just take some time.

So for now I'll pick up the pieces

and try to survive

with half of my heart.