Piece by broken piece has been taken away
Until I have found I am lost to myself

A friend recently told me when I asked her
totally out of the blue ~ "Who do you think I am?"
She said," You are kidding me...right?"
"You are the glue that holds us all together"

I find that very ironic

Will someone pass me that glue please
so I can start putting myself back together  

                 Thank you :)