Part

You are everything,
The finished product.
I am nothing,
Just a little piece.

You’re a landscape
Unmarred by quators.
I’m a jigsaw still needing
To be completed.

The fact is:
You’re a whole
And I’m just a part.
And never before have
I been so sad of heart.

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