Little Pieces

The Mobius Strip


And every now and then
I come across little pieces of me-
A broken smile in the twilight,
A ghostly laugh, floating on the wind-
Slivers of the person I used to be,
Before you broke me.

I only miss you when I miss who I used to be,
Before your hands marked these memories on my mind.

AN- I originally wrote this for an Instagram challenge. The prompt was “I only miss you when…” 
Feel free to join in and try this challenge! I really enjoyed this one.
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