Lost

 We lose pieces of ourselves 

All along the way we walk,

We exchange thoughts with people

That are kind enough to guide us,

We leave memories in photographs and 

Scribblings to show that we exist,

We write diaries to remind ourselves

Of who we used to be on a different day,

We don't hesitate to hand out the 

Leftovers of our heart when someone asks,

We have seen ourselves whole

Yet find ourselves beautiful

Lost in kisses, memories and the rain,

At the end of the journey

We'll carry each other's lost pieces

And become an incomplete puzzle

Or an unfinished song,

So full of mystery and hope.