I made things out of pieces we left here
this one is yours 
this one is mine
this one we shared
this one was forgotten 
this one was left on an island 
near the apple tree
in the corner store 
under the bed sheets
this one you left on my skin
on the side of my arm
this one was our clothes on your floor
only for a moment
just after you smiled
this one still intact 
this one broke
this one remains with you
with me
with us
this one was a text
this one was a phone call
this one we never photographed
this is a photo of you
of me 
of us
this one we saw 
by the shore
on a bike ride
on our way to the bar
after we woke up next to each other 
during a Skype call
this one is still on your dresser
this one we deleted
this one I still hold at night
in the mornings 
this one you will keep with you
for ever long

I Made Things Out Of Pieces We Left Here

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