Fragments of Us

Scattered pieces, once a whole,
Memories of a love, now cold.
A jigsaw puzzle, incomplete,
Of the life we shared, bittersweet.

I try to gather the fragments, one by one,
To recreate the picture of what we’d begun.
But some pieces are missing, lost in time,
And the edges are jagged, no longer prime.

Each shard reflects a moment, a glance,
A tender touch, a passionate dance.
But the image is distorted, fractured, unclear,
A reminder of the love that we once held dear.

I trace my finger along the broken lines,
Trying to recall the feeling of your hand in mine.
But the warmth has faded, replaced by a chill,
A hollow space that no one can fill.

The fragments cut deep, like shattered glass,
Leaving scars that time may never surpass.
I bleed with each memory, each haunting thought,
Of the happiness we had, the battles we fought.

I try to piece us back together, to make us whole,
But the picture is different, unfamiliar, and cold.
The pieces no longer fit, no matter how I try,
And I’m left with the truth, that our love has died.