Missing Piece

I was just sitting here thinking,
Why do we feel incomplete?
Like something is missing,
With every heart beat,
Something is decaying,
Souls falling apart,
It's like something is missing,
A part of your heart.
When you've made good decisions,
And the path you tread is right,
And you've given up false hopes,
That have been blinding your sight.
When from the past you move on,
And embrace a new day.
Yet a rain cloud hovers above you,
And all blue skies are faintly gray.
Maybe you'll never be the same,
And never truely move on.
There will always be a part of you,
That's been taken away...
Just...
...Gone...