Missing pieces
of a puzzle
from a box.
Never noticed
until the picture
comes clear.
Never felt
in the unknown
and the chaos,
but when things
come together,
they’re not there.
Missing stars
in the sky
escape our eyes,
until we learn
the pantheon
of constellations.
Then we can see
that the sky’s
incomplete.
A piece missing
from God’s
great creation.
The same
goes for you
if nobody knew
that you disappeared
when the days
got dark.
When life
turns back light,
you’ll be missed
from our sight,
as if you
weren’t there
from the start.
All things
have a place,
like the patterns
we chase,
until the puzzle
is all but
complete.
Those who
aren’t there,
we’re painful aware
that our sky
is missing
a piece.
DJR – 2022
