I still see pieces of you in the world.
Like a giant mosaic
Created just for me.
Drawing seams between that mans walk
And this grin that I saw.
And each time I see a little piece
I miss you.
But I don’t love you anymore.
And these mosaic pieces
They serve to remind me
Of who I was when we first met.
And who I was after.
Who you were when we met.
And who you broke into.
And each time I trace my fingers against the seams
I see a little bit of the beauty from a distance.
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