i was a full jigsaw puzzle once,
then i gave you a piece
so i can feel the sensation of being whole
around you,
so that i could learn what love feels like.

when you walked away with the piece in your hand,
clutched,
i was broken,
shattered,
empty.
I will never be whole again.

I've tried to make a new piece with clay,
but it just doesn't fit as perfectly as that piece once did.
i hope you give it back,
but i doubt you will.