Pieces
There was a piece of me you took with you
when you turned and walked away
still in the same hour, we were
but didn't have much to say
there was a piece of you I took with me
when I turned against you in my mind
still seeing you drive past, waving
but pretending to be blind
somehow we broke down
at the same time
shame to be so far apart
pieces we stole, guilty of crime?
No, not really
each other's pieces saw us through
till we could come to senses
until we got a clue
that we were missing one another
and to know we were lucky we didn't lose
through all the broken times and shattered emotion
that seemed to be what we didn't choose
seemed that it just happened
without our involvement or consent
time, the villain, was it?
Now we don't have to regret where the pieces went.