Shelf Eight

Millions circling in my head

Each one a unique piece from a different puzzle

Unable to be put together

Unable to be complete

Billions of pieces are just missing

Gone

Not there

And the only thing I can think about is you

You who has all the pieces

You who holds them so dearly

And unintentionally out of my reach

I'm stuck here on the bottom shelf

Only able to reach to shelf four

While you're shelf eight

All the boxes that contain the rest of me

Are on that shelf

Contained in these boxes I reach for

I strain myself, but with no avail

I'm stuck here so stiff and sore

And still

Unable to move

Unable to reach any further

Paralyzed all by the thought

Of those boxes

Of that eight shelf

Of you