Pieces of you and me
I see myself as I was... as I began. You are me... back then. I am you... now. Is there one, is there two, is there three of us? At times, confused by the trembling voices. No longer afraid to feel your sadness. Where there was once a picture there is empty space. A bare table... only chipped wood and faded paint remain. The photo gone... misplaced. It reminds me of a time when night after night shouts led to nothing and I wasn't sure which was worse. Now I know it's the noth