the absence felt, but the words picked and filtered.
a piece missing, the one thing i cannot find and the information just given.
this treatment, and the things i cannot seem to share.
it's this feeling i get when i wake up and something's changed.
like a chess piece moved when i didnt even realise we were playing.
the question remains, and all is full of wonder.
another revalation *smirk. like i need one more.