Me

There are times, and there are people,
And there are again those misty moments,
We think we are not whole without them,
We break down, and the soul laments..

Every breath is laced with someone’s love,
Every tear has a name to blame,
Every smile is indebted to someone’s feelings,
Every shadow in the heart has someone’s frame…

Each triumph is shared with you,
In every defeat I need a shoulder to cry,
Each thought has to be worded out,
Nothing is mine..no matter how much I try..

And then there comes a time
When you really do not matter;
I feel whole, I feel content,
When the pieces of “me” I gather together….