Part of Me From You

I see in you something missing from me. When I am with you I am whole. I reach into you for my missing piece. I use part of you as me. You freely give to me of yourself And bring out the best in me. I become whole more confident in myself. Yet I am incomplete because The missing part of me is still in you. When we are apart my missing piece fades away. I am incomplete The shock of the loss makes me chase after you. What is the cost to you Supplying a missing piece of me Supporting me where I lack. But the missing piece is in me all the time. I need only to claim it as mine. I cannot take from you to fill in a part of me. But I can see myself through your eyes. And recover what I thought I had lost.