Monday, August 29, 2016

At the end... we fill what remains



I might have said this several times
and you...
might have thought of it as well
its strange that we are so similar
and still...
we are not the same

we set out to become the lost pieces
of a puzzle...
those that were cast to meet
the one that is you, looking to fill
trying and testing
the one thats me, with endless gaps

we like to feel its all done
and the time
has done its deed to cement
there are new ones though
every now and then
where me being me and you being you