Meant To Be

Broken pieces surround me as I try to put them together
To get the greater image
Of what this is meant to be
I can't seem to grasp the hardship
I can't seem to grasp the abandonment
I don't need you. I don't need it.
But if I did it would fill the gaping hole.
Is it meant to be.
Cards flipped last minute
Take all my poker chips
Until I have none left
The left of the dealer
Will watch the life pass between other hands
While left with nothing.
The pain, the emptiness,
All that is left is questions.
Suspicion. Curiosity.
But yet.. Hope
Is it meant to be?
Will it always be..