"Pieces of Us"

Sometimes it seems
Some of those whom
We are drawn to in life
Are like us in a fashion.
Not just because they are
Of flesh and bone;
And not just that they,
Whether rich or poor,
Intelligent or simple-minded,
Will one day, too, turn to dust.
Not just in those ways.
But perhaps because
They are pieces of us,
Amplified.
A sense of humor’s path
To freedom.
An unpopular value’s
Vessel of acceptance.
An intellect’s method
For feeling understood.
Yes, pieces of us,
Brought to us by chance
Or by reason?

Written by. Holly H.