I keep finding
All these peices of you
Wrapped up in me.
And they surprise me
Everytime I see one.
Everyone asks
"Are you okay?"
But do I even have a choice.
Are you noticing peices of me
Stowed away in the strangest places?
Like your sunglasses that were accidentally
Tucked under the passenger side seat?
It's different and strangely new
To be without you.