The void keeps pulling me towards its center
with hands tied together, I can't seem to remember
the last time I held yours.
It seems as though forever has passed me by.

No, I take it back
I feel as though it had been an eternity,
since I last held grasp of your soul;
and talked to the billions of pieces
that make it up.

Tiny bits of your identity
that I once had known, but now?

I don't seem to know whether most of your pieces
are still part of you, or has your soul
been shattered too much, that more
pieces have shown themselves
and made their presence
to make up the very essence, of you.

All I know is that every piece that you are made of,
is like a piece of a puzzle, perfectly fitted
with each other, and together
they make you a beautiful masterpiece
that no one can ever pull apart.