There’s a hole in my heart the shape of you.
There’s a sadness in my eyes that match you.
There’s a loneliness that fills my soul that is part of you.

All my life I have tried to find the love you gave to me.
All my life I have avoided my deep aching for you to know me.
All my life I have been wondering what is wrong with me.

Do I look like you?
Do I smile or laugh like you?
Do I act like you?

I love my life, but who am I?
I love my family, but who am I?
I love my work, but who am I?

Before I had a fantasy of you in a strange land
Before I had a dream I would speak to you and hold your hand
Before I had a hope of finding you….

But, Omma odie?

-T

~December 1, 2008