I have always left a piece of myself
In every place that I have been

I quietly left my eyes at the grand canyon
Because I never quite believed it was real
So I decided to place them on a royal red rock
To keep looking onward at the painting on the ground

I surrendered my hands at Our Daily Bread
Because I went there one summer ago
And decided they needed them more than I did
To help those who could not help themselves

I secretly rested my heart with you
In your big cabinet of special things
As I tiptoed out the door
Whispering "Goodbye"
But looking back once I departed

I sat on that hill awhile once I left
And decided to give it my memories
Because it could project them onto the sky
For the chromatic sunset on the horizon
For others to see and enjoy

Piece by piece I give myself away
To those places and people that need the pieces more than I
I don't mind that I am withering away, piece by piece
Because the pieces will come back one day
Once they have done what needed to be done

I know I'm not the one
The one that you would look for first
If your car broke down
And you needed someone

And I know I'm not the one
The one you would call in the night
For a dream so scary
And you needed a friend

And I know I'm not the one
You wanted from the beginning
But I've always wanted you
Wasn't that enough?

And I know I'm not the one
You care about the most
If you care at all
If you remember a time that you did

And I am certain that I am not the one
You see in your dreams
Like I see in mine
That happen more than frequently

But I also know I'm not the one
That will beg for you
When I know I'm not the one
Who deserves to be ignored again
And treated like no one

I live for those moments in the silence
The brief, sudden silence
When we are suspended
In mid air
Waiting for a reaction
But none comes
So we stay suspended
Until some outside force plucks us from the sky

It can break apart families,
Condemn you to hell,
Ruin your relationship
If you don't do it well

It can be seen as an evil
Or seen as a blessing
Depending on the situation at hand
The time could be pressing

It's a contact so strong
I have been told
It mends two minds
It bonds two souls

People obsess over it
Spend days, hours, minutes, thinking
They fantasize about it
The sheets a mess and the headboard clinking

But I don't see why I need it
When I don't need the result
This over sexualization is a movement
And I don't want to join the cult

It's not something I want
Not now, but maybe some day
Some time when I'm ready
For what could relay

Heartbreak and tea go so sweetly
Sitting on the porch in the rain
Reminiscing while the leaves are still steeping
Wallowing in your own pain

Listening to the rain pour, the thunder crack
As you sip on the scalding drink
It's times like these in the hour of black
That make a person think

You sit for a while, lonesome, or you so you believe
Just sensing all that's around you
But you are more accompanied than you can conceive
As your seeker comes to your rescue

Sitting there together with no one else
At last, you are found
So you share the tea silently together
And fade into the background

It's quite difficult to let something go
From someone you love
When you can remember, word for word
What they said to you
How they said it to you
How you felt
And how they looked in your eyes
But all you saw in them was an empty stare

I can't think of myself any differently
Than you make me feel