There’s a piece of you
that’s left in me
and when I gathered reasons to move on
suddenly that piece
was all I could see
How strange it is
to have something behind
something no one else
could ever find
it’s something that’s entirely mine
before it’s taken away by time
Sometimes it’s trapped in a photograph
sometimes I feel it
thru the loudest sound
sometimes thru the lightest tap
This piece haunts me in my sleep
but sometimes despite the haunts
it’s something I still choose to keep
No matter how long we left each other
no matter the number of pieces
we made with another
this piece, your piece in me
wherever we are
would surely come along
❤️
Forever Winter 