Fragments

Moments
float
like bits
and pieces
of possibilities
told
on different
tomorrows
complicating
every new yesterday

Yet
like a dark sunrise
we are
the same
me
the same
you
the same things
we do
only bits
and pieces
of the same story
with no new memories
to changed today

Living
as an incomplete puzzle
fragments
of joy
and pain
strewn about like
bits
and pieces
of every conversation
we stopped having
the border was set
long ago
yet
there is still no picture of a better tomorrow

NICE

Nice poem .

I admire the depth in this piece, mig.

nice prose Mig. I found I was able to read it wistfully or hard.