Someone took a piece of you. Just walked away with it and never looked back. Probably stored it somewhere unsafe and forgot about it. Discarded, unprotected and exposed to the ailments of life, it sits there withering away. You don’t think about it; so you say. But I do. You say it doesn’t bother you. That it never crosses your mind. That you don’t need or want it back. But I do. I often wonder what it would be like to have it. To experience you whole. I wonder about the kind of person you’d let get close enough to steal from you. The power they have that I don’t. Because you love me. You want me. You can’t live without me. So you say. But they got the best of you. Surely what’s left isn’t what you started out with. Who is it who holds you still? Who doesn’t remember you or think of you, but refuses to let you go? Why have you given them so much power over you; over us. You say you don’t need what they have, but I do! That piece they took, however small it may be, has damaged you beyond repair. Has tainted our future. Continues to wound you. You say you’ve moved on, but you can’t. You don’t really need what was taken, but you’re weighed down without it. I’ve tried to carry us both, but you won’t budge. You don’t even realize how stuck you are. But I do. I see it everyday. We’re drowning and I can save myself, but I can’t leave you behind. Someone took something they don’t deserve. It doesn’t belong to them anymore. It belongs to me now and I want it back. I want it back for you. For us. They don’t even realize they still have it. But I do. I’m reminded everyday.