Jagged edges | Mary Cox

The puzzle had sat there on my desk collecting dust
as I poured over my apartment searching for that peice
which would connect it all together.
I thought that the rest of it would make sense
once I placed that peice.
I sat there staring at the object
like it was a foreign peice of cardboard no one cared for.
I had continued to search after so many others had given up.
I deserved it, I thought.
It seemed that if I grasped this one last peice than my life would be complete.
Why had it's purpose changed now that I had searched forever
and it was finally in my hands.

It seemed to have been searching for me as well, for so long.
We fit together like a puzzle, each peice interlocking.
That peice and I,
grasping tight to the other,
aftraid to let go,
but this moment would only last for a short time.
For in time, in my heart I knew that peice had turned against me,
it no longer fit so perfectly like before,
I had gone through so much work to get this
and now that it was where it belonged,
making the picture complete,
It seemed that what I had been searching for was wrong all along.