I see pieces of you.
In her eyes
And in her smile.
I hear pieces you.
In her laugh
And in her voice.
I catch pieces of you.
In the look in her eyes
when she looks at me.
Even in the streets
I find pieces of you.
In the faces of people
That I'll never see again.
You're like a puzzle.
Pieces of you everywhere
But never the whole picture.
You aren’t her.
And she isn’t you.
But you
Don't exist.
Except as pieces in my head
That I keep mistaking
For something that's true.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
I see pieces of you.
In her eyes
And in her smile.
I hear pieces you.
In her laugh
And in her voice.
I catch pieces of you.
In the look in her eyes
when she looks at me.
Even in the streets
I find pieces of you.
In the faces of people
That I'll never see again.
You're like a puzzle.
Pieces of you everywhere
But never the whole picture.
You aren’t her.
And she isn’t you.
But you
Don't exist.
Except as pieces in my head
That I keep mistaking
For something that's true.
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