Splinter Poem by Peggy Pollock

You'll never find that missing piece for one got left in I
The night I saw your shattered soul infect a part of mine
Alas I wish it false, but I carry part of you
An ever lasting splinter, from a dance I shared with you.

But you? Your soul is splinters... and they're shattered, everywhere
You're scratching back the pieces from those blind enough to share
And share we will because we're full, and us you will infect
And then you'll leave, and we will grieve, and worry for the next.