Pieces of Me

I think once a person has all of you,

It's very hard to get it all back.

You return in pieces, like a box

full of your things; movie tickets, sweaters

That still smell like him, the pain that curls

Deep in your stomach and takes a lifelong nap

I came back in pieces,

As if I'm some bookshelf out of the box,

Some nights I lay sitting on the floor,

Holding up ends of me that I don't remember,

And no longer want, trying to see

where they fit in the first place.

I never had to worry about this on my own.

We knew each other better than song lyrics;

We could build each other blindfolded from scratch.

I miss the way we were,

How we were everything for so long,

And still wanted to be much more

And now all I have are empty hands.