Mr. Mosaic

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.