Pieces

In front of my eyes

Is a picture of you and me

Cut into half.

We were holding hands

But those hands can

Never touch each other now.

We were inseparable.

You were my better half

And I was yours

But when we degraded from

Being better to worse,

We never got to know.

It was too late for us

To reconcile.

I was preoccupied with

My own thoughts

And you were moving

Too fast in life.

That picture was the last

Proof of our togetherness.

Cutting it into half

Has only increased my sadness.

Happy times we shared

Will always be a part of

Our memory.

We were not each other's

Fulfilling half,

That is our little sad story.

Long before we lost touch

With each other,

Cracks could be found

Between us.

We chose to ignore

And filled them with

Guilt, accusation and

Lack of trust.

The bitter truth is

We were two lost souls,

Broken and crumbled.

We found each other and

Thought our life

Would be a fairy tale.

But real life does not work that way.

Instead of mending

Each others' broken pieces

We kept on breaking each other

Into half.

Time made us realize

What mistake we made.

But alas, it was too late.

In the end, nothing was left

Except for this picture

Where we were holding hands

While breaking each other

Into pieces.