There they are.
Waiting for the master puzzle-maker
To push them a little closer
Toward that "just-right" fit.

Soft, gentle curves
Filling right into the void of the one meant to connect.
Sharp angles
When put together make the perfect straight angle.

Corner pieces
Smooth on the outside,
But just as intricate on the inside as
The pieces that they match.

Then there's those center pieces
They've got so many empty spaces
It takes at least 4 others
to perfect.

These pieces,
when put together,
Make a beautiful
masterpiece

But my soul
Seems to be
misplaced from another puzzle.

Sharp corners
Don't fit another.
Missing spaces
That were once filled.

Now these gentle, sloping curves
Are sometimes pushed against another
In hopes that they will fit
In hopes of that "just-right" fit.

But once the puzzle is finished
Once the others have been made complete
It'll be quite obvious.

This piece will remain
beautifully
incomplete.