For No One, Too

Fragmented thoughts like broken mirrors
each one representing a little piece
of an entire picture so hard to see
but still it is worth putting the pieces back together
regardless of slack tongues dragging across the ground
and sleepy eyes so unwilling to open
that may never see the picture at all
but each broken piece takes joy in being part of the whole
every passing second and every loving action
makes it worth being a part of
knowing that I will always see your reflection
in my broken pieces is enough to keep me going
each smile and soft touch reminds me that
I am a part of something bigger
that I am not just a shattered piece
rather, with you, I am whole.