The Last Piece is a poem about love offered from a place of pain, and how we sometimes try to make someone feel whole while going through that pain. It’s about sacrifice, healing, and quiet apologies .
She took what was left of her heart
and broke it in half.
I asked her, “Why did you give me the bigger half?”
She replied, “It’s all I have left.
I have given, and I have sacrificed
everything I have
to everyone who is no longer here.
In retrospect, it’s the only thing
I never thought to do.
I think that much of you,
to give the only other thing
that’s keeping me alive.”
When I asked for the other half,
she stood there in disbelief.
“Did you not just hear what I said!?
I said it’s all I have left!”
Before she could get another word out,
I snatched it from her
and put the biggest piece
back with its half,
with a piece of mine
stuck in the middle.
She stood there
trying to keep composure.
With everything that she’s lost,
she thought the piece
that was keeping her together
was gone as well.
In time, things get better.
Sometimes things eventually heal
even mend back together
in ways you couldn’t begin to believe.
But above all,
sacrificing oneself
for somebody else
should never be a requirement to stay
no matter the situation.
I apologize
for all the different versions of me
that took something
without realizing
some things can never be
given back.
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