Poetry Puzzle Pieces

Puzzle Pieces

If I was a puzzle,

And you were a piece,

What would we make?

Would your hand fit into mine?

Like a puzzle.

Would we be mismatched?

Like sticks and stones.

If I was a puzzle,

And you were a missing piece,

I would scour the living room-

check on every shelf and behind every sofa

Until I found you hiding behind a cushion.

If you were a puzzle,

And I; the missing piece

We all know what you would do.

You would look for peace, not the piece.

Get something new, not find something old.

People like you would never look behind the cushions.

At least, that is what I'm trying to convince myself;

I take one look at the discarded puzzle on the floor.

Slowly, I fix the pieces together to make a whole puzzle.

If I were a puzzle,

You wouldn't be a piece.

Because after some re-adjusting

My puzzle is complete.