Fingernails diving deep,

into the flannel green.

Picking up the puzzle piece,

the one we’ve never seen.

Feeling the rough edges,

cardboard corrugated.

The colors and shapes match,

much anticipated.

Adjoining touch, press.

Angles instantly click.

The image becomes clear,

our own bailiwick.

Blind-sighted so many times,

dreams perhaps our foes.

Being in the moment now,

fears and worries, dispose.

A bird's eye view of decades past, 

so perfectly seen.

Imagining our next twenty years,

Among the puzzle’s sheen.

As we inhale together,

Finally at peace.

Taking your hand in mine,

giving life new lease.