It's done,
Over.
Everything we had,
Gone.
So how can I smile?

Maybe it's optimism,
"Faith",
That flies are always drawn to one thing,
Fire,
And my flame still burns bright enough.

Or perhaps I already have what I need,
Memories.  
You'll always be as perfect as you were then,
Changes,
Aren't so retroactive in there.

You're an interesting piece of this puzzle of,
People,
Longing to be fitted with a piece as visibly,
Colorful.
But love your next to me and I am part of the blue sky.

Our portion is what makes this puzzle,
Harmonious.
Don't force anything just let it,
Flow,
So we both have a reason to smile.