Whole

I'd give up part of my very being to make you feel whole and real again. Something I can grip and hold and feel. Something that can be real when nothing else is. But you're not real... you exists only in my heart and in my head. You come alive when I lay to rest. Your laugh, your smile, like the air I need to breathe. There you can be anything, there you can be mine. There I can be happy. When I wake up to a world without you, I am empty.