Monday, December 10, 2012

Little Pieces

Little pieces of you.
Little pieces of me.
Broken black tea bag
Little bits everywhere-
Like My heart.
I miss your hands.
Little pieces of charcoal.
I imagine you sketching.
It’s warm and you smell slightly of nutmeg.
Only I’m not there.
Eyes closed
The salty sea again.
Little pieces of:
Your love, praying, writing, smiling, laughing.
The world is still bright and beautiful
My favorite colors, teal and fuchsia,
Comfort me,
now that you are not here.
You are scattered everywhere before my eyes.
You are in everything I do.
Little man please leave me.
Please take all those little pieces…
With you.

Patient Love by Passenger

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