as the void in my soul pulls me towards its center with both hands tied together, i can't seem to remember the last time i held yours and it seems that forever has passed by noβ it's been an eternity since mine last held grasp of your soul and had conversations with the billions of pieces that make it upβ tiny bits of your identity i once all knew
now? i don't seem to know whether they're still part of youβ or has your soul been shattered too much that more pieces have made their presence making up the very essence of you that mine lost the opportunity to touch
what i do know every piece that make up your soul is part of a perfectly-fitted-never-ending puzzleβ an ever-evolving beautiful masterpiece no one could ever take apart