BeddyBye

Holding a gift in a pouch, she hands me hers, I hand her mine.She takes it and smiles, as do I. She pulls the string and all the pieces start to fly. I look at her with my puzzled stare. She tells me they flew everywhere. So look at my gift, as she hid it in her locket. Something beautiful, out of something broken. Written on the pouch in my hand. "A piece to the puzzle I'll give you, only a piece."

I look inside, "A piece to the puzzle I'll give you, only a piece.", a piece to the puzzle that's all there was. I look at the pieces scattered on  the ground. Pick them up one by one and put them in the pouch. "I have all the pieces!" I scream happily. She frowns and sees a hole in the pouch. A deep solemn frown, crystals forming on her cheeks. A lacking stare. "All the pieces? Where?" The pouch almost empty, one piece remained.

I leave hold the pouch and my face starts to tighten. All the pieces but one has fallen. Retrace my steps and find the missing parts, I start to walk back to the beginning.Pick up all the pieces, I did. Put them in my pocket. When I took them out, I put them back in the pouch and held it tight.

"All the pieces, I have found them." She looked at me with joyful eyes, yet a straight face. "All the pieces? Where?" I open the pouch and can't  help but laugh, the piece I was looking at was only just the last. All pieces of the puzzle were different. Only that one piece she had given me was important.

I pointed to her locket and grinned "All the pieces are over there.". In her locket held everything for safe keeping. She giggled and opened up her locket. A puzzle I had been trying to solve I shared with her. She had the piece that was never there. Not lacking, but with it the puzzle glowed. This puzzle was a problem I should have shared. It was a puzzle that connects us all to one breath of air.

A piece to the puzzle, only a piece.