Mislaid

Don’t worry; I can pick up the pieces
I’ve done it so many times before
And after every occasion the feeling decreases
As I sit upon that familiar, lonely floor

Gazing at my own silent silhouette
Hoping to find the elusive dreams
Of something impossible to forget
And is not at all what it seems

Perhaps I should learn how to wake
From the vision of my desperation
And my only one true mistake
Derived from that endless temptation

Heart beats appear to mark the moment
In which I had so falsely believed
Of such an absolute, complex torment
That I seemed to perpetually receive

But my segmented soul will carry ahead
And though parts will be lost on the way
Something more important will fill it instead
Awaiting the discovery of the words only I can say

I think it is you