Arriving at Emmaus (again)

Before we last parted
I was sure I was full,
greater and more whole
than when we first met.
I was more
with you with me.

Since then, well,
I wasn’t aware of breaking
And I know I didn’t shatter,
but I am missing pieces
carried off imperceptibly
or lost
gradually or suddenly
missing:
me without you.

Now as we recollect
I remember
me with you
feel our reunion
of parts and pieces
again and again.