In pieces

Displayed across the table

In my mind,

It all comes back to me

A little bit here and a little bit there.

~

Can't you see?

In the very things you touch,

In the music you hear,

In the places you visit,

It's all waiting for me

To see pieces.

Disconnected, scattered visions

Of what used to be.

Jumbled and jolted,

Raging with random disorder.

One piece at a time

Connecting with another,

But the picture is too large to recreate,

The puzzle too vast to solve.

~

You are gone.