Missing Piece Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Like the missing puzzle piece no longer fitting in the
picture, am I.

Never fitting or belonging anywhere, always alone, a
solitary figure, I roam this earth through darkest nights.

Finding at last a temporary hold through Hospice, where
in.

We are companions of a sort for a short while as we teeter
on edges of death, and then let go.

So I guess if I were to belong somewhere on this earth, this
is the place, until I at last let go to become a part of a
universal heavenly picture puzzle for eternity.