Places I left things (that I will never get back)

I have left a piece of me in my best friend’s house that I burned with my own hands
I have left a piece of me in my hillside home, under the bench where we watched sunsets
I have left a piece of me in the hole that was a country, and in the stitching of its flag
I have left a piece of me on my tower and in the basement of his house
I have left a piece of me in a prison cell, next to my blood stains on the floor
I lost half of me on a beach, and it will not be replaced by a beat up trench coat
I have left a piece of me in every landmark, in every building, in every person I have ever known
And it
It has been more than five minutes