There's a part of me I left with you
Tucked between some pages
I've been a little incomplete since

It's been so long

And despite there being so many parts
Just lying about
Of every color, every shape, size and weight,
Some being so close to the one I gave away,
None of them fit.

Not a single one

So I guess I'll have to find you
Ask politely for it back
Without knowing if you have it
Or if it's still intact.

Kept it safe

Did you know
Magellan never made it
Completely around the globe?
His ship did,
Kind of funny I suppose.
I'm beginning to feel
More like the ship
Than the man
That once captained it.

What happened?