I was walking along the shoreline On a warm afternoon in July when I noticed a piece of polished wood Bobbing helplessly in the shallow water, So I pulled it from the salty sea and Admired the intricate carvings and Detailed line work across the face. Just as I was running my thumb Over the still smooth edges, I Noticed another piece floating Just a few feet away from me. Within the hour, I had gathered An entire armful of wood, and Within the week, I had an entire Table full of mismatched pieces. So I began working unceasingly At putting the pieces back together. I started with the inside, the Smooth heart shaped piece with The slight cracks and divots, Followed by a circular piece That resembled the brain With the deep crevices. I then pieced together The smooth fingertips And the rugged feet, And connected every Limb and joint together Until a boy of about Six feet was standing In front of me. I snapped on the Final piece and watched As he came alive before me. His eyes as deep as the mahogany Looked into mine and smiled, as Though thanking me. And he turned his Back to me and Walked away. It wasn't until That moment that I realized I had poured Every ounce of myself into Piecing back together that boy, So now every ounce of myself Was walking out my front Door with a real boy Who didn't need Me anymore.