Perfect.
Like two missing puzzle pieces
that found its way to each other
filling the empty spaces of the other.
Like a torn picture
being put together
after being pulled apart.

Perfect.
How your fingers
interlock with hers
filling the spaces in between.
How she found
the missing parts of your smile.

Perfect.
How she is your other puzzle piece
your other half of the torn picture.

Perfect.
How she is with you.

Hopeless.
How there’s another puzzle piece
on the other corner of the picture.
How there are other pictures
torn as well.
How all these things
are still hoping to be perfect
for the other piece
for the other half.

Hopeless.
How I still wait
for your fingers
to interlock with mine.
How I still wait
to be the one to complete
your smile.

Hopeless.
How I am with you.
They tell me to let go
because you have found
the perfect girl
and that’s not me.

But tell me,
how do you let go of something
you don’t want to lose.
How do you let go of something
so **** important to you.

Tell me,
how do I let go of you?
I know I have to face the facts
But I’m sorry
because I’m still holding onto the possibility
that yes,
she is perfect for you,
but maybe...
Just maybe...
I am the right one for you.

*a. gale