I was left, with the fragmented pieces of your pasts, and, I’d started, piecing them together, to find out who you are. First, I felt overwhelmed, there were, so many pieces, and you KNOW how awful I’d always been, at putting together the puzzles, and this time, I didn’t even have the picture on the boxes (of the puzzles) to use as my guide!
Piecing you together, to find out who you are, I’d had to find the hints all over the places, gone to places you’d been, walked in your footsteps, to know the man that you were, and, it was, not at all, that easy for me. Piecing you together, to find out who you are, it was, something I must do on my own, because you were out of my life, left me, with parts missing, and, as I grew older, it became, this aching on the inside of my body, gnawing, yearning, every single day and night.
Piecing you together, I finally had, although I’d never gotten ALL the missing pieces together, because I couldn’t possibly find them all, but, I have a rough sketch, of the man you were now………
Life, the Obstacle Course 