Pieces

There I am,
standing in the middle
of this room,
completely empty,
and dark.
No light shines in,
there are no windows.
I stand there,
in the center.
I look around,
all I see is emptiness.
Until I look down,
and for a moment
I have hope,
a mere glimmer of hope
that I may not be alone.
I bend down
and pick up a small piece
of what's scattered about.
I look at it,
it's full of colors,
full of happiness.
I put it back,
and pick up another.
This one isn't so pretty,
very dark and dismal.
All these pieces,
they represent something.
Pieces of my life, pieces of memories.