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.”