• pseudipta 10w


    Everywhere we go,
    we seem to leave pieces behind
    Is that why more comfort is derived
    The more familiar the things we find?
    Why the goodbyes get more difficult
    the stronger the attachment we feel?
    Why separation hurts the most
    for someone we'd fallen head over heels?
    They all possess a part of you
    The tiny specks you leave
    Everytime you bond, everytime you grow fond
    And together you laugh and grieve
    We are thus made complete
    Not just by the physical whole,
    But rather by the things we love
    And people we entrust
    with fragments of our soul