I am not a complete person.
I constantly search for myself in the people I cherish.
I reason that I could find some worth within myself that way.
A reflection of them I become in order to fit.
Just like a missing puzzle piece I embody the aspects they need in a person.
I become someone else for a brief moment of time.
For a moment I can see someone worth loving.
There is brevity in that way of living.
When everything ends pieces of myself fly away in the wind.
I can see a reflection but I know I have to let go.
Goodbye again, I whisper again.