My neighbor is a moron.
He let his child fall from the play set.
I always picked them up.
There was a child who fell from the play set before.
She wasn’t mine, but I was hers.
Although,
Even though she wasn’t mine,
They were my everything.
My heart was split in five pieces.
I had one, and they had the rest.
The puzzle pieces to my heart are now on the other side of the planet.
I imagine rocks, blue depth, and breezes.
I do not know what they see or how their hearts feel.
All I know is my own, which waits for its pieces to return,
So it won’t always be so lonely.
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