You’re the missing piece to my puzzle,
without you,
my puzzle cannot be completed.
The puzzle has been left there,
incomplete,
for a long period of time.
When will you pop up one day to make my puzzle look perfect?
As days go by,
I start to wonder,
does the puzzle have to completed?
I want it to look perfect,
but nothing ever is.
Without that piece,
at least I’ll still think about you every now and then,
at least I’ll know how important you still are to me.
As I look at my incomplete puzzle each day,
I will think of you.
Life never really is perfect,
you are the missing piece to my puzzle,
the missing piece that will never be found.
Life, like my puzzle,
can’t be perfect,
a little blanks,
a little regrets,
that’s what life is all about I guess.
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