Tiny Pieces

Tiny
Pieces
Of
Us
In
The 
Great
Surround.

Tiny 
Pieces 
Of 
Us
In
The 
Great
Abound.

I 
Miss
You,

Even
Though 
I
Feel
You
Near.

Fractured,

Though
I 
Sense
You’re 
Here. 

Are
You
Here?

Near
Me? 

In
Tiny 
Pieces—
Or 
whole?

In 
Life,
Were
You 
In 
Tiny 
Pieces
Then 
Too? 

It’s
Better,
A 
Mystery 
To
Solve.

I 
Suppose.

Than 
That
We 
Own
What 
We
Know.

That 
We’ve 
Only
Ever 
Been 
Allowed 
Tiny 
Pieces,

Little
Fractures
Of
You.

That 
Then,

Of
Course, 

Fractured
Us 
Too.

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Poem: © 2022 Ashley Wolpert Miller
Photo credit: © Ammak / Adobe Stock