Pieces

I cried for you and my tears ran gold and wet
down my cheeks, freezing my heart.
I held it for you, cupped it
in my hands and watched the blood spill, mixed with saline.
What I've given can not be returned,
what I've lost to you is yours.
The pieces of me that I allowed you to strip away
with your eyes and your smile.
They are yours and always have been.
And always will be.
You said your goodbyes; I'm still saying mine.
Even from here, I am still
losing pieces to you.