Mutually (Ex)clusive

My love. Your words, last ones, echo in my head today: “I think the difference is you’ve made your peace with it.” And then. 9 months later, in my dreams, a different sentiment was voiced from your lips: “I feel there’s a little piece of me inside you.” But love, peace and piece, think and feel, Why must they be mutually exclusive? It seems we cannot have both. I cannot find peace within my mind if pieces of my heart are still with you. Neither do pieces of your thoughts give my heart peace.