You see

I am not fully grown

And hope ne’er to be

For there are still

So many questions

Along with my rapacious curiosity.

I adore my life

And all who enter

Taking parts of my soul

To sprinkle elsewhere

You see

There is a sometimes a gaping hole

Running amok within the confines

Of my being

It can never be healed

Yet I am grateful for the time

Time with my Du

And

I miss him more than the moon

And the stars can

Transcend the lofty

Pillows of my Higher Power

I am still

You see.