Jig-saw puzzlement.
As you finally find that one piece that’s been missing,
the one you’ve searched with torches and fire for ages for,
even looked under the carpets, lifted a few heavy furnitures, asked your neighbours and consulted with both husbocken and hustomten,
never to have found nothing.
As you finally find that and fill that empty blank space that’s been glaring at you for so long,
as you fill it,
in an instant at least one of the other pieces go missing.
You find a corner, and the centerpiece disappear.
You find the window, and the door has suddenly wandered off.
You find the oaktree, and the forest has been burned to the ground.
It’s never easy, is it.
You will never hold all the pieces at once.
Life just don’t work that way.
Atleast she’s found the centerpiece.
The big red rose in the middle.
She has no corners.
But she’s got the rose.
