Pieces of Me

A Poem by Scott Thompson

Every time I love I give a piece of me,

A gift that is given but never for free,

In return I receive something of you,

A Sun more intense, a sky more blue,

The years how they roll, passing by in a blink,

I’ve become inevitably different, forever changed I think

A patchwork composition of the ones before,

As time marches on I notice it more and more,

Recently I wondered, while contemplating this thought,

Is it good or bad, what this change has wrought?

Possibly neither, it is what it is,

Love can be a dizzyingly wonderful and awful biz,

But try as I might to give up on love,

When its’ good, it’s good, like a warm winter glove

One day I will find her, my hearts’ only desire,

The one who with me will set memories on fire,

I will remember this “ink” when I think what I thought,

For THIS love is what pieces of me have bought.

2016

© 2016 Scott Thompson

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Gypsy Warrior Queen

I love the thought that we are all patchwork quilts...sewn together! Ty, today I needed something and I found it here,....in your poetry!

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

If a piece i have written touches one person like you described then my "attempt" at poetry has not .. read more

andrew mitchell

Beautiful thoughts so delicately displayed. Tender as the night! The flow and imagery is brilliant Scott. A talent you are!

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

You are too kind to an inept and fumbling amateur! Words like these leave me holding a debt that I m.. read more

Willard Wells

A lovely work with beautiful thoughts on love and your partner in life. Well done. Good luck and if you share the feelings as you have here, the love life will be long and wonderful for all time.

Posted 8 Years Ago

softlyfall

Such tender musing, and you will find true love. What woman could resist a handsome poet?
I love the patchwork quilt analogy. I wrote once about a similar one, a tapestry of single threads of moments gone by.