A spill

I spilled a little of me yesterday,
not much, but enough to let
the trickle leave a little path
and that little path formed a puddle
until it wasn't so little anymore
and by the time I realised
I had lost myself
I could not retrace my steps,
gather the bits that spilled
for the pool was dried by the sun
and that part of me was gone forever
I prayed for rain,
with the hopes the parts I lost
would eventually find their way
back to me...
it never did
the sky remained cloudless
mocking me from way up high
a new day dawned, bluer than the one before
until I lost all hope
and so I remain
forever with a void within
pieces spilled
an empty me.