Pieces

i am unsure of what is worse, the trauma of what happened or the ache that what never will. i sit here with this feeling of shattered pieces trying to regroup themselves. rearranging, reorganizing, looping together. i feel each bump as they strike against each other on the inside of my chest. as you open the box to your favorite puzzle you lay out all the pieces. you organize them by the edges and maybe colors too. you place down your last piece but as you do you realize that there is one piece missing. you are my missing piece. you are my missing future, my beginning, my end. no other piece will fit as i try to find another piece to fill the gaping hole staring back at me. someday i will find that missing piece. it may not be you. but it will fit.