I am an old puzzle
Once artfully put together by loving hands
trying to make out the picture
Tenderly admiring how every piece so abstract can be put together to make something so stunning
But time is crule
And my edges are frayed
I know I might not always glide perfectly into the spaces you cut me to fit.
But I was left half finished
When the artful hands became bored and preoccupied by new and more beautiful things.
With pieces of me slowly getting lost a long the way
Yet even though I am unfinished and forgotten
I hope someday
when your moving through your day
You find a piece tucked away
Somewhere your mind
hasn't drifted in years
And you remember how you put me together, with loving hands
And couldn't wait to see me complete
I hope you remember me