The puzzle of life
is never complete.
there’s always
a missing piece to it.
Sometimes it's better
to leave some spaces empty,
than filling them
with ill-fitting pieces,
when the time is right,
and the calling is might,
your soulmate will appear,
and fill the gap alright...
Waiting for THE ONE
who fits in and completes (me)
It's always the small pieces
that make the big picture.
Since you left,
there's an emptiness beside me
that no one else can fill.
So blue.
I sit alone
Knowing something's missing.
But what?
Unidentifiable.
A missing piece.
I am the puzzle.
You don't need anything
to make you complete
because you are complete.
I have all my pieces
except you.
Awaiting my missing piece,
to complete my tiny tale.
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