You said I was your puzzle piece. That I was so beautifully put together. I followed you, and crammed my soul into a more conventional shape, because I liked the way your arms felt around my shoulder. Now, here we are- big city, full of lights, and I’m falling apart. I almost left you yesterday. You gave me permission and I almost did. How can I stay here, and sleep in the same bed, in the present, when what you want in the future will not change, and still doesn’t match up with the vision I had? I stay here now, because you kiss the top of my knee, call me your life, and thumb away my tears and assure me that we’ll manage.