Puzzle Piece

Puzzle Piece

11/30/19

Here in the drawer

A lone puzzle piece

Its odd shape designed

To fit only one particular

Space.

On it is a splash of red,

Maybe once   part of a heart

Or a singing flower.

Its edges slightly worn

From having been

Inserted         and replaced

So many times.

And where is the puzzle

It once completed,

Once made whole?

Where is the big picture

Whose promise it once had fulfilled?

Cast away by a careless hand?

            Lost forever

In time’s missing shoebox?

Deprived of meaning,

It is a lonely sight.

I don’t expect to find that puzzle.

            But I will leave this piece

                        In the drawer.