Poltoon!

Something happened
I gave the pieces of myself to people I'd meet
Until there were no pieces left to give away
But a personality was only a thing I had made
A nom de guerre so sadly hid behind
And slowly the pieces came back to me
They were given; I took them - I do not know
They returned like a wayward child or errant carrier pigeons
No one noticed as they settled on the roof tops and hanging baskets of this city
But here they were nonetheless, back at my window.

# posted by Blatherard Osmo : 3:04 PM