Existed

My life—

An unfinished jigsaw puzzle,

Each piece, a dead end,

No matching conclusion

For the problem.

Seams of cardboard,

Nothing more?

You must be careful

With every delicate sliver.

One false move

May be your last.

A single slip,

And all is lost.

My life rests upon the fate

Of this little chip.

Yes,

The one falling,

Falling to a seemingly safe

And sturdy space…

Onto the floor.

But what I see astounds me.

That one tiny aspect of my life

Tumbles off the metal

Of the ventilation gate,

Down through the metal grate

Down

Down

Down still,

Til there’s no hope of recovery.

This puzzle will never reach completion.

Some lone, still, weary day

It will be disposed of,

Thrown into a garbage bin-

Tossed aside;

As if it were rubbage,

Disregarded like it

Never

Even

Existed.