As our days roll by and years come along to give count to them, we will so often leave pieces of us amidst their gathering.
Sometimes it’s a quaint remembrance.. a day in a life marked to measure the coming and going of friends, and we think of what we were, and what it has made us in the end.
Sometimes it’s a recollection sullen and cold.. a time when we lost precious innocence or had love stolen, or promises lost.
Then there are times when we cast aside our misgivings… or shed pride or selfishness… and better is made the remains…
Those times most harsh… when a part of us is taken… as we lose all of someone whom for us was everything.
Yet as all the pieces lay scattered in our days, when we at last see them and know, despite how many, how often, or how hard… the fragments of us that we leave along life’s wayside, is that which we must leave behind… so we can learn… to be whole