Little Pieces

While roaming the evergreen road,

I left little pieces of myself

All around

The blades of grass I have come across that unknowingly cut me

And make me bleed drops of blood, in my head, only I see

And sometimes, I can’t ever find those little pieces

No matter how many rocks I turn

And sometimes those pieces are returned to me different

Singed, dampened, torn, beyond the point of return

And sometimes the fractions falling out of me are so small

I paid no attention and gave them no concern

Until the hole was too wide to be filled.

I tried not to leave

Pieces of me

Behind

On the edges of the green blades

Under weightless rays of light beaming into eyes

From the burning yellow sun

Already too small to see

Those pieces of me

And all that means is that you’ll never know me

Until I confront the eternal green

And absorb those microscopic pieces back into me.