Read by Shawna Butler
Incomplete.
I am missing pieces.
I collect them everywhere, but I’m
still
missing
one.
And then it presents itself, as fast as wind on a stormy night.
Just a glimpse, but it’s enough.
A blonde head turning the corner,
walking lightly.
Something clicks into place and
my heart surges forward,
gasping for breath
now that it is complete.