The Mosaic Theory
I examine the mosaic that is me. Each piece, a different colour, a different shape, Coming together in its unconventional harmony to be who I am. A mosaic made up of every one I ever loved Even if it was a random sighting on a street, Even when i never learnt a name But I liked a glimpse enough to embrace. I think it's deeply romantic in every way That I still think of people that have long went their way Yet a piece of them remains in the mosaic that is me, A lyric, a colour, a print that i adore, A film, a food, something they said. Memories outlive presence, latching onto our souls. When are we truly just a single being, If we are made up of every other that we meet?