A Piece of Me

There is a piece of me,

one I can no longer find or feel. 

Its out of arms reach,

distant. 

There is a piece of me, 

one that I held dear 

for so long, 

that is no longer 

here. 

The piece of me that hopes, 

feels, and loves. 

I can't feel it, touch it 

or see it. 

For a moment I get a 

glimpse of it, 

I can almost feel it,

and then in 

a moment it is gone. 

This piece of me that once 

held me, defined me, 

and comforted me 

is gone. 

 I remember it, 

as the girl I once was, 

full of hope, 

and dreams that through 

the years have been 

broken. 

Its the piece me I'm not sure 

I can get back.