Parts become pieces, and
pieces get lost
day by day,
year after year
until, you wake up
who you were
is no longer who you are
and the pieces that once held you together
no longer fit.
I am every love letter you were too afraid to send.
I am every missed chance at an honest laugh.
I am the girl in the books, you never read.
I am every stolen kiss from those cycling through your bed.
I am the wind in your hair on your loneliest day.
I am those three little words that you could never say.
I can’t sleep. So here I am,
Here I am.
Looking for the answers
on the blanks of your pages.