Pangaea

And when You left, I was broken

Cracked into pieces

No longer whole, flooded between the breach

And it took millennia to come to the realization

That there is more to me than You.

I am not defined by what you made me

Each fragment a fable

Each tatter a trait

The sum of the parts still equal the whole.

What you see as scraps, I see as sensations

The parts of me that make me me.

We are not defined by just one mass

We are all the bits strewn across the map

Of places we’ve been and places we’ll go

Ever changing, ever shifting

And I know I’ll break again.

And I know my life will change.

But most importantly,

I know that it will always be me in its entirety.