Puzzle

Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle,
But also a puzzle
All on its own.

Some pieces are
Temporary,
Only there for a time,
Or a simple season.

Some pieces stick
Around, lasting
Longer than you
Ever thought they could.

Some pieces come
With proper closure.
Everything understood,
Nothing left unsaid.

Some pieces fade,
From the sun and rain,
From the weight of
Questions unasked.

Some pieces break,
Suddenly snapping off,
So it no longer fits.
Forever changing the picture.

Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle.
But also a puzzle
All on its own.

The full picture,
Impossible to see,
Until it’s all
Done.