Fragments

Who am I missing anyway? 

Bit of her, pieces of she,
parts of all.
Like a painfully selected mosaic,
exquisite agony.

The composition would be spectacular, 
but the whole of the parts
was lacking.

~ Mk Michaels

Bling

You used to say you loved my hands;

   the way I kept my nails manicured and polished
   the silver rings I wore wrapped around my fingers
   the way I talk with my hands as much as my mouth

Even now, I imagine you'd still like my hands,
but for the single platinum ring I now wear on my left hand's ring finger.

~ Mk Michaels