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No one's Got It All

He opened the door but she was too afraid|

Too hurt to set a foot in|

He left it open just for her|

Even handed her a key|

She kept it and opened it with her hands|

Her touch|

Her voice|

Her looks|

That special one she gave only him when they were alone|

He was at his happiest whenever she called to spent a minute of her time with him|

This was sparse|

But he waited in anticipation for that moment|

Feeling neglected at times|

He felt unloved and unappreciated at times|

She made all this disappear when she stood by his side|

The hope was strong|

But he knew that a relationship like this wouldn't hold for long|

She made the call and his nightmare sunk in the deep oceans of his eyes|

They say time makes the memories past|

I guess memories of happiness can only last for so long|

A hope for the missing piece can only connect for so long|

Until that piece rust or is lost and decides to shape and mold to connect with another puzzle|

while you're left missing that connection you thought you held so strong|

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