You are my missing parts.

A very short poem about how he actually does complete me, as cliché as it may be.

I always feel empty- there are parts of me missing. They've either disappeared in time or been taken from me.
But when I first saw you, I recognized some of my missing parts in you.
And, when I'm with you, it's as if you lend me those parts for the time being.
You let me pretend that I am not as empty as I feel I am.
When I am with you, I am as whole as I ever am.