Are we ever known?
- Sep 22, 2021
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 24, 2022
I know so little of you,
yet so much.
Your jigsaw has missing pieces.
It will never be complete.
Your life before we met,
the parts I do not see,
secrets you keep inside.
We reveal ourselves
like exposing flesh
to varying degrees.
You know so little of me,
yet so much.
Copyright © 2021 Lily Lawson
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