A hundred pieces drifted away
Floating together, a whole
Until distance divided them
And diminished, they disappeared.
A hundred pieces broke away
Together, complete
But gravity called them
Compelled them, cast them apart.
A hundred pieces
Have splintered, scattered
Littering the past with shards of sorrow,
And piercing glints of happiness.
A hundred pieces broke off of me
A hundred pieces I didn’t know were mine.
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