Shattered

 I try to connect this lost love

But, I cannot

These puzzle pieces escape me, and like my love they are gone...

I plead for them, to return to me

So I can recreate the picture...

The picture of us, made by our puzzle

But, I know they will never come back...

I lay in the corner, a broken mess

With head in arms, I try to mend my heart

Then I feel a nudge...

I look up from my despair

It is a girl...

Her hair is darker than black, and her smile soothes me

She has a puzzle in her hands...

She sits beside me and opens it, revealing the pieces

Then, scatters them on the floor

We start to put it together...

I don't know why I am doing this...

Our hands would meet on a puzzle piece

But, there would be no reaction

It is a slow process, but it comes together

She puts the final puzzle piece in it's place...

What I see...is beyond beautiful

She is holding my hand, under a setting sun

It was enchanting...

In words at the top it says,

Will you be mine...