Taking away a part of me,
it’s the only way to go,
if you’re going to get there,
a little down the road.
I’m not who I once was,
or who I’m going to be.
Take a little piece away
and I’m still closer to complete.
One thing I can’t seem to shake
about this strange journey,
is I have a piece of you
and you have a piece of me,
but somehow that just makes us
more complete than we were
before we met for this exchange.
It’s like we’re made of each other.
Come,
take a piece
and complete
this endless puzzle
with
what you will leave.
Do we even notice,
or know just what we are
bringing to the table?
What if we’re diseased?
Are we contagious?
So many parts of me
that I don’t need.
Maybe one of these
will complete you?
Take my hand
for a moment,
when you let go
I’ll continue.
I’ll meet more like you
and we too
will trade ourselves
for each other.
Soon we will all be
a collection
of everyone we’ve met,
even those we forget,
or those who leave us.
It’s almost as if we need
someone to complete us.
So many parts of me,
that are not me,
but are the most I cherish.
HG – 2019