Something is missing.

In this air, in this wind.
The moments I collect here,
In the jar of broken hearts,
Pieces I've collected,
Memories I've made,
Something here is different,
Incomplete and unsettled,
Like the sands,
And the chards of glass across shore.
Drops and stains of blood,
From all the hate,
With bottles of love letters,
And birds with broken wings,
As they fly and chirp,
Scream of all that's missing.
Rains without the thunder,
And the thunder that never pours.
Some words without the sound,
And the love without none.
Something here, in this air,
In this place, in this wind..
Something is missing.
Is it me?
Is it you?