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