They left me for greener pastures, I know.

But I am not complaining anymore,

their loss.

Or was it mine?

The orbit of my amputed selves

are exploding themselves into a black hole.

In the midst of all the smoke,

I am feeling more complete now than ever before.

But inadequate too.

My failures are my memory.

I have lost my memories - my herstory...

Did I win or lose?

Refer back to: 

The scattered pieces of my life,

they left me for greener pastures no doubt.

But something happened somewhere

in the cosmic chain of events.

They ended up hovering around me

the orbit of my amputed selves.

They won't come back,

and they don't move away.

Reminding me forever

of my incompleteness.