You took pieces of me with you

when you walked out the door

on that cold December night.

Now I’m an unfinished jigsaw puzzle,

with pieces missing here and there.

Since then I’ve been searching

For all my missing pieces,

in all the wrong places.

I’ve crossed oceans,

and travelled across continents

trying to fill this emptiness inside.

But every time I find some place new,

I feel more lost.

Years have passed,

I still feel empty inside.

My bones have become hollow,

and so has my heart.


By Rupali Jeganathan

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