The Puzzle

Born with a question mark

Carved on your face

Her heart in your hand

She gave you one piece to put in its place

A corner piece and only one space

It wasn't a game

Was it a dream?

A dream

Through black and white windows

A garden of flowers

We finish the frame, neat and in order

A childhood of hours

Completing the border

It wasn't a dream

Beautiful

Remember?

Edges of time

Confine and change the curves

Of trust and love to guilt and blame

Till less and less is left in reserve

Sometimes the pieces all look the same

It was never a game

Through black and white windows

A blue summer day

It's nearly done, but

Some of the pieces were lost on the way

Begin again?

Or time to go?

We always knew, we always knew

The very last piece would be left for you

For you