Missing Pieces

Puzzles need

Empty spaces

Like cases

To keep congruency alive.

And so, my life

Thrives

On your admissions of loneliness.

I fit into the crevices

You leave bare

And into instances

You forget to share.

The pain that numbs you

Gives me reasons to live.

I align to your latitudes

I fill your missing pieces

With multitudes

Of what they call mortal sins.

I entwine my luck

With the empty spaces

Between your fingers

And what lingers is

Nervous comfort in your eyes.

I languorously chew

On the smoke 

Burning your subterranean ideals.

The fluidity for which I aspire

Then conspires

To stop the cauterization 

And attempt a dousing.
I'll still be the banks

Once this river has flown through. 

Selfish, coveted

Stolen, even as you resisted

It fills you

As it fills me

With an emptiness

Of a special kind

Leaving a hole

Difficult to find.

I served my destiny.

You fulfilled yours.