Depravation

Staring at the pieces that once were his part of his life; They lie there scattered as if part of a jigsaw puzzle. Perhaps they sit there waiting to be reassembled. But why bother he asks of himself and if ; I do what will it all mean if all the pieces do come together? And there in the back of his mind is the picture of her; She is the girl holding the flower but yet having unseen eyes. And he desire sleep but finds no success in his attempts; Is he so different; other people let those things go; Why can't I ( he asks). He doesn't get it for they were once friends and lovers; They brought life into the world and lost family together. They laughed and they cried; Stood side by side and back to back; And now it's gone as if it may never have existed. Did it really ever happen? There's no name ; Witten in stone to be found; No suggest that any of it ever happened. And he's so tired and so sleepy. He feels much as if in a cockpit; of some sort of flying vessels; Blind but searching; With no place to; Land