Now a days we are all just a little bit broken.
Fractured, ****** up puzzle pieces sitting in a box never to fulfill our purpose.
Yet every so often another piece gets thrown into the box and come to find one day you and that piece fit.

Here you two are kept in that box spending every waking moment together, becoming more than two pieces you begin to feel like one. Then that glorious day comes when you are pulled from the box and are now part of the bigger picture.

I was that piece.......
And my love......well she was the other.

Now the picture has faded, the pieces have come apart and she is gone. I have no idea of what the world will bring, but I will stay strong with my head held high, because I know somewhere out there she is hurting, she is troubled, confused by the future and what it may bring, staying in a constant battle of uncertainty and unease, hopefully searching for the place at my side.

I am incapable of removing this pain from her even though I would tear heaven from the sky if it would make us whole again. Yet I sit here.......in this box........waiting.........because no other piece has ever fit so well.