Lost fragments

I dream
Often
Of those little fragments
Separated from my being
Lying in different pockets of various cities
Waiting for me

Waiting for me
To come back and collect them
And caress them in my hands

Fragments baked
Under the sun of different cities
Washed by waves
Varying in salt intensities

I long to whisper in their ears too
The sweet truths of life
And tales untold by time…
I long to relish the fermented desires
That lie beneath their baked attires