To everyone I loved I gave a part of me
And when they left they took away that part of me
I never saw that part in me again
I'll never know if I gave it away in vain
I don't know if they cherished it at every chance
Or if they discarded it without a single glance
I guess I lost all rights on it with every disappearing shadow
And inevitably sometimes it makes me feel completely hollow
Yet, like a nipped flower makes way for a new bud to bloom
For a better version of me each missing part of me has made room.
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