if you check through carefully
you will find scattered pieces
all over your house.
they belong to me
a tarnished coin
(you had picked it for me from a roadside)
a roll of scotch tape
(almost finished),
a tiny pair of scissors
(you clipped your nails with that)
half finished bar of soap
(that lavender scent drove you crazy)
a chipped mug with my zodiac sign
(Aries love the Ram!)
torn piece of a tissue with my poetry
(a mushy love poetry, I cringe I wrote that)
"I want those all, along with the chunk of me
that you never realized you had"
Strong poem. The ending carries a punch.
ReplyDeleteWhat a breakup! We'd be surprised to know how much of ourselves we leave with others.
ReplyDeleteNice....
ReplyDeletewow. all the shrapnel left laying in the after, with the incomplete heart...
ReplyDeleteOuch.....this is poignant and real.
ReplyDeleteGood poem....close to the bone.
Lady Nyo
It's the little things that get to us.
ReplyDeleteDear Gautami
ReplyDeleteI relate with this so much... its painful to let go, when all the things around you are attached still with some one you love...and still need it to be loved...
Good one.
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
Everyone who's read this now has a piece of you. (Thank you for sharing yourself!) Nice One Shot!
ReplyDeleteGreat collection, sad and funny. If life weren't absurd we would live broken-hearted
ReplyDeletephenomenal poem! the last line delivers more than I could want from a read!
ReplyDeletewonderful...
Annie
http://itslovelyannie.com/2010/11/02/there-is-no-place/
Your collection is more of thoughts and memories than of tangible things. Beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteahh...but will you ever get all of that back ?
ReplyDeletethis was heart felt...loved the read..cheers pete
ReplyDeleteexcellently expressed, great one shot!
ReplyDeleteOh, the love poems are getting to me today. This was beautiful in its simple ties to honest and sincere love. Everything we touch leaves a bit of us behind.
ReplyDeleteYou shared more than just bits and pieces with us it was nice getting to know you!
ReplyDeleteThe title is so apt.
ReplyDeleteGautami,
ReplyDeleteA sad poem with a very hard-hitting end.
Pamela
Powerful. Ouch.
ReplyDeleteGood images, flippy end lines.
ReplyDeleteDid a bomb go off at your place?
ReplyDeleteWOW!
Really enjoyed this one, Gautami. I've often experienced those reminders. Sometimes they're sweet, sometimes cruel
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how much you collect of another person, and you don't realise how much you have until you lose that person. All the little things...
ReplyDeleteNicole