Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces 

I've kept every scrap of paper with care,

For they were letters you had sent to me, with love to share.

These torn and tattered pieces bring back memories of the past,

Reminding me of the moments we shared, and the love that would forever last.

I recall the day we first met on the subway train,

And the moment we celebrated our first rain.

The summer days we spent lounging on the couch,

The laughter, the tears, and the jokes that brought us closer, without a doubt.

These fragments of paper, like our relationship, are torn and worn,

The ink may still be there, the words still spoken, but the bond is broken and forlorn.

You and I, we were like two ends of a street,

Never meant to meet, yet I wished our love could be a work of art, complete.

Perhaps I had expected too much from you,

And now every hope I had is like these torn pieces, too.

You and I, we're like these fragments, worn and torn,

With scars that will forever remain, a reminder of what could never be reborn.

– Goldi Mishra