No More

I reached in my pocket to hand you more chances and found nothing there but cloth and skin. Looks like I'm all out of chances and you're all out of time.
And you know, it's strange, I don't feel a thing.
I realized today that I don't know the sound of your voice anymore.
I can't remember your address.
Every chance I gave you had another little piece of you stuck to the back.
The more you took, the more the pieces of you left me.
Now there's no more chances, no more pieces, no more you.
Just me.
Free, pieceless me.
I reached in my pocket to hand you more chances and found nothing there but cloth and skin.
The skin I'm in.
Alone.
Without you.
And happy.

Who knew?