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