An Unfinished Picture Poem by hurma eht

Those days are gone
when we used to hold on

When there was joy
even when our eyes were filled with tears waiting to cry

For all I can remember
we even enjoyed the chilly nights of December

Smiling while we sipped our tea
when I held the lock and you held the key

We were two jigsaw pieces
waiting to be clicked into our places

But now I've gone missing
and, for awhile now, I've been drifting.

Into this deep dark sky far away into the distance
and now I've started questioning my existence

"waiting for you to come" I'm just an ambiguous wisher
cause without you I'm just an unfinished picture.