Pieces of us. They are s c a t t e r e d
d r i f t i n g . . .
We’re not whole anymore
We’re pieces. Pieces of us.
Here
and
there
not knowing where to be.
Hanging, waiting.
We’ll honor their ideals of family, of love. With our without them, we’re still pieces of them. We’re all pieces of us.
25th January 2021
