I’m here
my back
against the cold
hard ground
my friend at my side
as we stare up at the sky,
I feel her shiver slightly
while the stars shimmer brightly
and I offer her my arm
in hopes to keep her warm,
as the tiny speckles in the sky
twinkle brightly in our eyes
and the dust settles in our minds
the vastness so sublime,
the weightlessness pressing us
against the ground like the dust
that compromises the stars,
and I fold in upon my self
the piece-less puzzle
broken apart, jig-sawed
scattered across the space-scape
of my mind, filling every
nook and cranny,
hiding me from you, you from me
until the puzzle starts
to reassemble itself piece by piece
largest first, then down the line
until at last it gets to us
the two tiniest pieces, the ones
that nobody pays attention to
until it’s time to finish the puzzle.