The last one of a thousand pieces,

Ridiculed and taunted me.

I could feel its jagged edges,

Poking out from my old settee. 

 

A Stanley knife was the answer.

I cut a neat slit across the back.

I soon stood in proud possession,

Of the missing piece I lacked.

 

It was the moment of completion,

Like the day we married, you and I,

Bringing joy and exhilaration!

You’re my missing piece of sky!