It wasn't too long ago that she said to me:

the way your hand fits in mine reminds me of the puzzle pieces

that lay

strewn across the otherwise bare floor

lucky to have each other;

yet without just one,

they are lost

Insecure.

She said,

my dear,

are the stars the ones that call upon the moon?

Or is it the moon that summons the shining wonders with a simple breath inhaled?

and takes them with at the dawn of the day?

if one is doomed, they are all.

like the puzzle pieces at my feet,

it's so easy for them to disappear

and damn the rest.

And I said to her:

my love,

it's the strength the bond gives us

to hold on and never let go

like the puzzle pieces,

one is lost yet the rest remain connected

and the moon?

its death is inevitable, yet the stars that could choose to live go along with it

Leaving one last wish:

to bring the sun and grant it life without the same fate

***

In the midst of the madness, I only pray that I will find you. And when I do, I promise I will never let go