To My Other Half

To My Other Half prose poem

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Eons ago, the gods feared us.
Eons ago, humankind was invincible.
Eons ago, we were complete.
We harnessed the power of Eros, romantic love.
We had Eros because we were already joined with the one person who completed us.
We shared one heart, one mind, and one soul.
But, out of the gods’ fear, they took away our power of Eros.
Out of fear, they took away our beloved other half.
So now, we are to roam endlessly, never ceasing until we can find the one that makes us complete once more.
Here is my message to my other half:
For too long have I been waiting to find you.
How I yearn to feel that heart that only beats for me, or to know the mind that only thinks of me, or even to see the soul that only lives to be reunited with mine once again.
My long awaited love, make yourself known so I can now see past the others.
They are clouding my judgement, making this life even more difficult to bear without you.
Can’t you feel the same emptiness that I do?
Can’t you see that ghee is something that isn’t filled yet that I can see?
If you are truly my other half, I know you feel this emptiness and this yearning that I feel, too.
Do not hesitate any longer; find me…
I wait here for you, and I will continue to wait for that precious moment when we are reunited once again.

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I've been writing poetry ever since middle school, but I've never really thought about releasing my work to the public until coming to college. Currently, I am studying music as my major and English as my minor.
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