Sometimes I
feel the mosaic of my life,
Exploding
into separate tiles…
Friends,
love, deaths and dreams
Scattered
over thousands of miles.
Childhood
memories, teen years, adulthood,
Are now
spread here and there…
The only
mosaic still intact,
In my mind, is
your image there.
Dynamite can
erase a village.
TNT;
mountains in the wrong places.
You just
walking out the door,
Erased so
many happy faces.
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