There are parts of me that love you
There were parts that fell in love
There are parts of me forgotten
And parts that float above.
There are parts of me for others
Those parts for smores and mothers.
For every sole I conquered
There is a part, or so I trust
There are parts of me immortal
And parts that bit the dust.
There are parts of me amiss
Once deep and bright, of bliss
There ‘re some that hide beneath
A cold and bitter heath.
How I never saw them all,
Those flakes that catch my fall…
Until he came o’ wanderin’
One look that held my soul.
I’m done with all the tinquerin’,
Forgiven shards their toll.
I shattered a long time ago
Yet, to look in those eyes, I’m whole.
ID Sept 16th 2017, edited Dec 12th 2017, then again Jan 17th, Jan 22nd 2018
This poem inspired by a quote by Mhairi McFarlane, from a book I have not read, the quote is: “It’s pathetic, I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was…not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.” – You had me at hello