What do I do?
For years I’ve been collecting
All these parts of you

Do you feel whole
with missing fragments
of your mind, body, and soul?

What did you do
with all the pieces of me
when I decided to flee?

Do you carry bits
in the back of your mind?
Trapped yet able to constantly remind?

Did you place your memories
in a box on a shelf?
Gathering dust all by itself?

I hope you feel me
the way I feel you...
A presence in everything I do.