Poetry

Missing

Puzzle pieces,

on the floor,

try to make what is no more,

once new and full,

with colors bright,

the picture has faded into light,

left alone,

forgotten by most,

except the ones who held it close,

pieces are gone,

pieces are lost,

good things always come at a cost,

some stay around, and are full for awhile,

but others fade fast, leaving you in denial,

that the picture was ever there.