Shattered and broken

Your words spoken

Have left me bare and orphaned

Every piece of me

Has your name etched

Our stories

Branded into my skin and flesh

Memories that once floated

Have taken residence

In these pieces

So now I collect each one

Putting them back

With love and care

For these pieces

Our memories,

Are all that remain

So I stitch them back

And wear them again.

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