I went to a flea market today
And there I met a man.
Tall, dark and charismatic
He called himself the Moon Guy.
He gave me a gift
A necklace with a half heart pendant.
I looked up at him with questioning eyes
He smiled at me.
“You only ever have the one half, my darling,” he said.
“The other is fragmented and broken up into pieces
Blown about by the winds of time
Falling as pebbles marking your path through life,
Like Hansel and Gretel.
The trail of pieces you’ve left behind
With the people, you have loved.”
