In the wake of loss

           I think I must be          a jigsaw
                  for I am an on-going puzzle –
             when a loved one leaves
                a part of me     dies with them
          and in that                vacant place –
                        that         aching space –
                         a part of them
                      fits effortlessly
                             to live on in me

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