A piece of the puzzle.

A life full of promises,
That I must struggle to keep;
A heart full of hope,
And eyes that weep.

I’m left here not thinking,
And I’m feeling your pain;
And wondering how on earth,
You’re not completely insane.

Wondering where I fit, in this big puzzle;
Wondering how I’ll ever, be a piece of this puzzle.

I’m left seeing nothing,
And it’s startlingly clear;
A blank slate to start with
Is it ever coming near?

When someday the time,
Dawns for us to unite;
To meet one another,
And band together in flight?

And then on that day,
a missing piece joins the puzzle-
and then on that day will I be a piece of the puzzle?