Pieces

The pieces

Lay scattered

When they don’t fit

I realize

Their sharp corners

And

The hollowness within

Why are the pieces scattered

Shouldn’t they be complete

There is that one piece

That fell off the table

Long ago

The hollowness within

A resounding echo

Of the emptiness..

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