A part of you, a part in me

 

A part of you is still left in me,

In all the forms it can be,

like these curves on my lips, which stretches with just a thought of yours,

like this fallen eyelash, waiting to be heard of,

like your memories which are buried six feet under my chest,

like those arms of mine where I wrapped you with your head against my heart,

A part of you is still left in me,

In all the forms it can be,

Like this poetry of mine where I weave your thought.

Like your zillion of particles flowing within my blood.

A part of you is left in me, a whole of you is within me.