Poem -

The Final Piece.

The Final Piece.

A landscape aplenty, of dim colours and illusion
A flurry of panic as I look with confusion
My hands grasp at pieces at random and at haste
One piece sits atop the rest, different and displaced
To find you amongst the broken, scared and unspoken
As quiet as can be, adrift and alone in misery's sea
Suddenly my soul can find no measure, in its new and greatest glee
Don't worry about the puzzle my love
You are the final piece of me