Prena Poetry

i have loved a million people.
their pieces,
their late night wonder,
their sensation—rain and thunder
and their sunny skies.

i have loved a million people;
people i walked across,
people i have never met
and people i lost.
their versions
that exists
in each of our universe,
and their emptiness
that resonates
somewhere close to us
on our sleepless nights.

an ineffable piece of existence
they are utterly beautiful,
and yet so sad.

i have loved a million people,
because i am them
and they are me;
empty pieces
of the same broken glass,
a tattered tapestry
left to wither with the dirt.

together we make the earth.