Bits and Pieces

In bits and pieces it came,
Bits and pieces are left behind,
The hesitant hand, the frightened eyes,
See them all lying side by side,
They were not enough as a whole,
In their brokenness at least they are truthful,
They are what they seem to be,
Bits and pieces and no more,
That’s how we love, isn’t it?
In bits and pieces as if somehow a little more would leave us poor,
It does leave us,
Sometimes never to return,
Down the grim alleyway like a lost little girl,
Who knows how will we find it again?
For all are beggars here with bits and pieces to their name...