You

You're sort of like filling
An empty room with loved ones.
They warm it with their words
And make a person feel better.

I'm sort of like feeling alone
In that selfsame room.
No one gets it, no one can see
That they aren't really helping.

But we're sort of like two-halves
To a beautiful and complex whole.
For when we are in that room together,
I know that I am understood, loved, and happy.

You, to me, are bright days,
Sweet words, and happy thoughts.

--C.R.E.