I came to this place of extreme loneliness
To find a piece of myself that I had lost.
A piece of the puzzle, a clue in the game
Of life.
Not all things lost, shall be found.
Not by me, or you, or yours, or mine.
This piece I lost is hidden
In plain sight.
Just out of reach, forever.
Not all things lost, can be recovered.
Not by me, or you, or yours, or mine.
This piece I lost is forever gone.
In plain sight but
Too far below,
Too far away,
Too far gone,
To be brought back to me
Where it belongs.
But alas, what if I have this whole thing wrong?
Maybe the piece never did belong to me.
Maybe I belonged to it.
Maybe it is the whole and I am the piece.
A piece of a peaceless puzzle,
To be unwhole forever.
Is that life?
Or is that simply
Death?
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