Fragments

A feeling left empty
As fragmented pieces
Are cascading about
Somewhere out there
One is mine…
One is yours…
Are you seeking?
Am I to be found?
Those cruel arms
That tick away the seconds
Seconds most precious
Deciding whether we can be…
Or we can’t be…
It’s a decision made
Or lost to what could have been
You may not know it…
And neither may I…
But fragments are always part
Of something much larger
With a little time
They always fit together