With every new person I meet
I will spend my time picking them apart,
in hopes of finding pieces of you among
the wreckage.

And when I finally have all the pieces,
I will spend how ever long it takes
rebuilding a replica of you
into a mosaic of the person I fell
in love with more and more each day.

It would never live up to the real you,
but at least I would still have something
to hold onto while you're busy holding
someone else.