Only a piece

I went on an impulse. A type of curiosity that in the end left me broken but see I didn't know that at first, What I saw at the beginning were roses and a bright sun that shined into my window that morning. You stayed the night with me and we made the best of our short time. Sex, talking, cuddling, eating and more sex. Was that a mistake, no but I do regret it. I regret giving you a piece of me instead of the whole. The piece I gave you wasn't even a good cut. Because see that was a piece of a piece of a piece that had been broken long before I met you. That piece is burned, torn, not at all in good shape to give. I cant take it back because you never even pick it up off the ground that day you dropped it in the street. I'm sure its still there. Might have gotten ran over. Maybe even chewed on by a dog. That's okay. I have more pieces of me. They are in bad shape too but its all I've got. See that piece I gave you I had been trying to protect it for a couple years. It was damaged but the wounds were healing very well. I guess the stitches are ripped now, huh? The hole I will forever have from that missing piece wont get replaced. I'll just continue on my way. I might lose a few more but that's how it works. I give expecting a piece in return. Only a small piece.  A piece only I can have, just for me. You gave me a piece once, that day you stayed. I think you took it with you because I cant find it. I looked for it again today. I first looked in the bed, it wasn't there. Then the shower, not there either. Last I looked on the couch. I'm sure you didn't mean to take it back but I know it was probably the best thing to do. I'm not good with keeping up with things. I might have lost it if you would have given it back. Yea, that's it you had to take it back because I get forgetful sometimes and leave things. I do miss that little piece I did get for that brief time. I almost got it back but I think you figured I'd wouldn't take care of it. That piece of you is very fragile I can tell. You gave it to me and next thing I knew things were changing. You had to get your head together, that's when I first couldn't find it. Like I said, I don't think it was a mistake and regret is the wrong word. The feelings of nostalgia will live in me of that night and day. If you find that one piece you dropped in the street, mail it back to me.. its feeling a little homesick.


PAT.