A piece of me left behind

a sliver here and a whole chunk there

and so I erode.

I travel and fall in love

Places, people and the lingering echoes of my laughter

Roots they call it; I snigger

The comforts of routine

Unpopular opinion for sure

This time I left a piece of me

Amongst chimes and the mint

In the kitchen

the one with a precariously suspended microwave

Among the flowers

and Halloween decor in the neighbor’s yard.

Four years of memories

moments and photos

and a piece of me

Corpus Christi…..