We are people

and pieces

people in pieces

trying to fit,

trying to find

the grand reunion

a reclamation of

our birthright

a place that whispers

“I see you”

a place where we

are no longer fading,

fading fallen pieces

a place we know

for certain

a place that certainly

knows us

a place where we are

more than a dwindling

scattered piece

where we can love

like madmen

and madmen

are our gods

‘make me whole’

say the pieces

but they drift

and I drift

away from one

another

distracted and pulled

into nothing

by another promise

of wholeness…