I am fighting to keep alive
where you used to fit
like a puzzle
piece
of my heart
that slipped out
of the box
on the closet floor
of a house that was sold
for much less it's worth
to someone who
defaulted on a loan
and auctioned off
spied while cleaning
it meant nothing
next to the waded gum
and cotton swabs
in the waste basket bottom
shame
you will wind up in the dump
apart from the box
you belong in....Nobody knows you are gone.
The puzzle with the missing piece
sits on a strangers shelf.
They are none the wiser.
