"There... finished" i think
and stand back to see
my finished puzzle
finished by me
i smile as i gaze
at my accomplished work
a puzzle of daises
with a tiger who lurks
i look in the box
there is one piece left
this cannot be...
i must be mislead
i scan the picture
to see if one spot is missing
but the puzzle is finished
"you've got to be kidding"
i look down at the piece
it cannot be true
the picture on the piece
is a picture of you
its oddly misshapen
like a logo or a star
i run my hand across my chest
which shocked me by far
i look down and feel
the hole thats been there
for oh so long
causing me so much despair
i pick up the piece
hold it against my chest
and press it into the open wound
it fits...
my puzzle is finished
finished its true
but the puzzle of me
was finished by you
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