Many who enter our lives
pass through without leaving a mark.
They may have once been important,
you may have even loved them,
but once gone, they’re gone.
But there are others who,
when they’re gone, for whatever reason,
create a wound.
It’s as if a piece of the puzzle
that was you has been taken.
This is the nature of a broken heart.
Deep hatred or resentment
can also create this sense
of having been harmed by the other.
But if we’re lucky, we’ll eventually find someone
who fills that empty space,
completes the puzzle that is us again.
And we complete them as well.
We suddenly have a purpose,
one that only we can fill.
It’s marvelously empowering.
Everything, it seems, is right with the world.
That’s the nature of love.