The Puzzles Pieces of a Breakup

Do you keep a piece my heart hidden in my stolen copy of The Catcher in the Rye?

Do you hold a tiny sliver of my smile in the poster of mine hanging on your cork board wall? 

Do you hoard a fraction of my warmth in the photos of us you've stored in the bottom of your drawer?

Do you keep a piece of me in everything you've buried away from the light?

Do you hush those pieces into a dark crevice so they no longer know what love feels like?

I can feel their absence. 

I can feel their ache. 

I want them back. 

I will gladly give you back the piece of your heart I've kept wrapped in your sweatshirts.

And the tiny sliver of the smile you wore that I repress in my memories.

I will hand over the fraction of your warmth that I am prone to draw out from under my bed when I am at my coldest. 

And all the pieces of the whole I'll never have again if it means I can start to piece myself back together.