A Broken Theme

Do you have my broken parts?

Can you fix them?

Can you mend a broken soul?



What about a sole?

I've been trailing past my footsteps for too long.



Come, sit with me,

Under a fitting tree; Broken,

Are we broken pieces?



Strayed from abandonment,

Lost to find each other,

Too far from existing close enough,

Too much and not enough of the precious and wasted time.



Separated, like that once-were Shakespearian couple.



I can still smell you on my clothes,

You are perfect.

You should drench me in your light, just to see me clearer.

I would do the same, Had I this light.

And this will last forever.