Pieces of Me


I lose myself so easily

Like grains of sand slipping through open fingers

And some pieces I get back

But others I fear are gone,

Caught in between the cracks, picked up by the shoes

Of those I let come into my life

Who eventually swap lessons with me, then leave


To say I am a little scatterbrained

Would be just a bit of an understatement –

And I am missing me, instead of missing him, or her, or them

And it’s easy to leave myself somewhere

Only to come back to a few grains missing, a little bit of me misplaced

And I’m still looking for the pieces of me


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