Pieces Of Me

April 21, 2023
Nothing More, Nothing Less

Pick me up. 



                                 Toss me aside.

It's okay, I'm meant to drift away and be picked up by another. I only remain in memory.

Hold me for as long as you can, but,





Don’t, and I’ll tear myself from your grasp, returning to the wind.

You're only allowed to keep me for so long. 

You're only allowed one piece at a time, one fraction of a frame.

Please don't try to piece me back together.

I'm not ready

                for you to not be ready

                                                 to see the whole picture.

Harrison Peck

Writer, Reader, Traveler, Coffee Drinker, Donut Dunker Extraordinaire

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