I am finding pieces
of you
in places I never
thought to look.

your hair
in the shower drain.

the scent of your cologne
on sweaters I thought I gave away.

your lilting, half-dollar smile
knitted into the faces of so many
strangers passing by
who look nothing like you
but I always stop
always turn
always ask
                                                             ­                 have we met before?
as if it were that simple
to start over.

it makes me laugh now
to think that there was ever
once a time
when I thought I needed
these parts of you
to complete me.