Musing 006

It is an odd sensation- the feeling of loss and completeness at the same time. A dull ache that ebbs and flows in the crevices of my being. As if there was a puzzle piece, once lost, now found and ever so gently put back in place. But the edges of the piece are frayed, and the layers of cardboard are loose as if it had been engorged with water. Now dried, in it's place, but not what it used to be. It will never quite fit in to the spot as it did before, a memoir of the time lost.