Are we ever known?

Updated: Sep 23

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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