DROPS OF YOU

By Fin Wallbanks

I carry a drop of you each within me,

A moment,

A mannerism,

A movement,

A memory,

All diluted to the point that I can’t chart what was me,

And who the hell were you.

Yet still I carry splinters of you,

-for better or worse-

Bear a shard of each of you in my soul,

Augmenting, changing me,

                                                        And then one day I step forward,

                                                                                                                                Move on…

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