The structure of
my poems are
almost always
fragmented.

Fragmented.

My heart is fragmented too.

Fragmented.

Broke into little minute fragments of
the living flesh of love,
painful love,
broken love,
shattered love.
Each and every time
I see you.

And I see you everywhere.

And I still remember the
fragments of me
you took away.
First slowly,
piece by piece,
then all at once.

I am now fragmented.
Spilled on the ground,
deserted,
forgotten,
some fragments
left in different parts
of you.

I am fragmented.
My minute fragments with
you.

**And only you.