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There are pieces missing
Like that last piece of a jigsaw
The one that makes it all complete.

People missing
From our lives,
From our family;
People who belong here
But don’t belong here
Because they aren’t here any more.

The empty spots start to fill in
But are never filled.
The puzzle just gets bigger,
Not more complete,
Although it’s as complete as it can be
(Should be)
Here and now.

The image expands,
And as it does we gain perspective
Of the life we share
As parts of the same puzzle,
As a family with missing pieces.