Pieces

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Found with Grace

I found a piece of me yesterday
It was my smile
I haven’t seen it for a while since you shattered all of me

I’ve missed that piece of me
Each time I find bits of a missing piece
I get so excited I want to show you
Something you used to see as beautiful and valuable
I hold it out with both my hands open for you to see
With cold eyes you break it again
My hands fall beside me
And I look at the pieces on the floor
Blurry from the tears welling up

You turn your back and walk away
I stand there watching you leave
And collect the pieces from the floor in my arms

It’s OK, I’ll glue them together again and find more broken pieces
But next time I won’t bring them to you.

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