Overtime

Just a piece?
He asked.
But I am not full of pieces
Or answers
Or questions
Or mirrors
Or tension.

I am a picture without a frame.
I am solid without a game.
I don't need words
Or whispered songs

You said too much
And it was all wrong

But I have stars
That fall apart

And I have skies that lay above
And you have love that is lost

Sorry for leaving
Sorry for your silence

I broke, you faded
I once was blue, lonely and jaded.

Then something speaks to you,
Traveling and gleaming true.

I have nothing left to give
So don't look this way
I have found a place to live
So breathe now, let's forgive.