It’s when I stopped looking 
For you….
All the time,
Every time,
That I found the time.
No more staring at the driveway,
Or just glancing at the door,
Knowing you won’t come around no more.
No more staring at my phone,
Or looking for your name, on the list of who read what where,
Knowing you’re no longer there.
It’s when I stopped looking for my missing pieces
That I found the peace I needed
To put the pieces back together.
And now with all this time...
And all of these peaceful pieces?
I make puzzles.
Actual ones.
Because those pieces are supposed to fit,
And they’re meant to be complete.
Turns out I’m not that great at laying puzzles.
Guess that just leaves me puzzled.

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