A budding writer's collection

A puzzle piece that fits

Early November, the skies were gray, overcast.

The clouds in place for the third act of the day,

But the sun did not like being overshadowed

The afternoon shone bright,

The golden rays kissed me red

And we walked around,

Two morons ogling two other morons.

We were peas in a pod,

Always together, always up to no good,

Always causing trouble but never getting caught,

Secretly despised by our computer science professor,

Always getting scolded by the Math lady.

And we still are the same mischievous duo,

Even if everything around us is ever-changing.

Dreaming big dreams and losing our minds,

Trying to scale mountains and chart our course.

But here's what I know,

This journey is tough,

The terrain is rough

With more mirages than oases,

More thorns than there are roses.

But we will make it,

Together, with each other to hold on to,

Take on dark days to find solace in our talks,

Make big plans and make them happen,

Go places and find spaces to fit in,

Build gardens of love to surround ourselves with.

Turn grey and lose our teeth,

And yet mock each other to bits.

Heck, knowing us, we might even hold a walking race,

Leaning on our worn sticks,

Our grandchildren shaking their heads in adoration,

'These two will never change.'

I'm grateful that I'll always have you by my side,

Through the silent storms and the violent cries.

If my castles ever crumble,

I know you will build them anew.

Even when the world won't understand me,

You'll be my translator.

This jigsaw of mine is far from being complete,

But you are one of those pieces that fits perfectly.