When we loose friends a long the way we some how loose a little piece of ourselves....
Friends come and go for so many reasons that no-one knows just why...
But then there are those who make such an impact that when they leave they actually leave a little piece of themselves with us....
So for that little piece that we loose along the way from so many others get's replaced with the piece that someone else has left behind...
So the question is do we ever really loose a piece at all or do we just continue to gain them???
This is not onle a poem of rememberance for all those who died and left their pieces for us to gather but it is also a poem dedicated to a very dear friend who passed away 11-25-02.