A Piece Of You

I met you, shared moments, some laughter, some thoughts.

We broke bread together, broke the ice together.

I felt,

I had a piece of you.

We got familiar, found similarities, found differences, formed a bond.

We learned to listen, to understand one another.

I felt,

I had a piece of you.

We got closer, more vulnerable, more open, and free.

Some walls came down. We touched, we kissed. We loved.

I felt,

I had a piece of you.

We became a part of each others lives, intertwined,

With food, friends, family, music, and life.

I felt,

I had a piece of you.

Yet your heart and mind were not solely for me.

Someone else lurked nearby, seemed just around the corner.

Its young, its pretty, it flits and it flirts. It does make sense that

I felt,

I had a piece of you.

At times, we continue to share our moments,

Much laughter, and thoughts, tears, touches and hugs.

We find ourselves amidst cool sheets, briefly connected beneath the covers,

And still I know that,

I only have a piece of you.

April 26, 2009

By: Marla Lukofsky