When you’ve lost something
You might try losing yourself in others
Burying your grief with “sin”
Plugging the hole by letting your hole be plugged

It never works
You lose pieces of yourself
You tire
And now these random people have those pieces

They never deserved them,
The pieces
You’re not a puzzle
You’re you

Even if you were a puzzle
What good is an empty box?
That idea leaves me troubled
I felt...