The sun was out and very bright
It didn’t match his mood at all
On this fine, warm Summer’s day
It might have been a day in Fall,

The sum total of all the parts
Is missing a vital piece
And so many suffer such broken hearts
From which there is never release.

And in his quiet reverie
He remembers a scene from the past
Where now a person is missing
And only the memory will last.

He wipes away a single tear
And sets forth on his next chore
Till a memory pulls him up short again
And cuts through his heart like before.

Yet still more tears will flow…

©Joe Wilson – Missing pieces…2018