0 Broken Pieces of a Song

One moment we were strangers
one moment we were falling in love
one moment now departed, erasing who I was

How can what was ever become separated from who I am
surgically removed from a future that already begun
How can I go on living in fragmentation from that moment on
trying to construct a version of myself from all of the broken pieces of a song

Now I stroll through this life of mine
half empty, half alive: trying to find with who I belong
What will fill this heart cup of mine

In bed I sleep, in bed I dream
of another man, of another life
Another set of memories, another set of possibilities
And this dimension ends just as I perceive this strange woman that connects with both of our eyes