The Lighthouse

the lighthouse

03 June 2011

A hundred pieces

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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