Pieces
I consider myself lucky
for all the little pieces of you
that I have in my room:
Our picture, my penguin, your socks.
But I'm even more grateful
for all the little pieces of you
that I have in my heart:
Our fights, my anxiety, your laugh.
But I cherish you the most
for the little pieces of us
that we both carry around:
Our kisses, our tears, our love.
-for Mere
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