Puzzle Piece

 

The puzzle piece,

missing for so long,

tucked away in some

dusty crevasse;

found, in the least

likely way.

 

It had always

been there,

that missing piece,

underfoot and under nose,

out of sight,

out of mind.

 

That part of you,

you thought was gone,

was under the couch,

in that closet,

tucked away in that never

used gym bag.

 

Faded and worn,

but it still fits,

snaps right in place,

completing the picture,

of a carousel?

Wait…?

 

Is it the puzzle piece

you’ve been looking for?

How many puzzles were you

working on?

Like all of us, we’re all

always working on our puzzles.

 

And maybe there’s always

missing pieces;

but that doesn’t distract

from the whole picture,

and all the other special pieces

of you.