I used to belong in this hell.

I was the last puzzle piece to the fire.

But there was a shift in the currents

(those that guide love towards shore)

and I drowned

and I'm not sure where I am now.

I know that this isn't heaven.

The daylight would make sense of all these things;

the birds would always have a sky(without having to wonder where to fly)

and I would always have the perfect words.

The search for meaning has stopped.

I have seen what these waters can do;

The missing pieces have gone back to the moon.