Gretchen Paul

Rookie (Seattle)

The Missing Piece - Poem by Gretchen Paul

You used to call me your other half
You were right
Now you are gone, I am one half of the picture
The missing piece of the puzzle that is your life
In a world like a jigsaw that doesn’t fit

I am reminded of my lonesome tears in the early morning dew
And the spring breeze caresses my face like you used to
The brown of the autumn leaves reminds me of your hair
And with the frosty winter snow, the bleak and frigid realization comes that you are
No longer there

I walk round the supermarket and wonder what you would have liked to eat
Your writing is still on cheque book stubs and papers around my house
There’s no more of your washing or your shoes all over my floor
My heart sinks knowing you’ll never walk through that door

Your smile greets someone else’s day
While I try to cope with knowing
I am one half, broken in half
The missing piece in the bigger picture
It causes me overwhelming love and overwhelming pain
My life will never be the same

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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