Missing a part of me

There's always a part in me missing and it's you.
Some days I wonder if I will ever be whole again, others I just try to forget what is missing.
I walk around pretending I just don't feel it, when it is there all along.
Last night I cried out of your absence, when all around was happiness but still, there was no you
Only hearing your voice or feel your arms around me
Anything would be enough for me as long as it's from you
I am trying to not expect anymore, I try not to take this as hard as it is, when it's not easy...
But can I at least dream, foolish dreams, even though I know they won't become true.
I dream of being complete again, until I dream no more, for the missing will kill it slowly in time.