good and gone

Summer happiness stood beside me and almost held my hand, but I held hands with someone else, and now I have to let go. It was too good to be true, and now what am I to do?

I feel like I’m losing the only warm blanket in a snow storm.

Figures.

All this time passes and I start to think I’m that scrap puzzle piece that was cut wrong and will never fit with another. I finally find my match just so the closest three-year-old can stuff my perfect counter contour in the slobber pit. So here I am, back to root one, only this time I know that I’m missing someone who can’t be replaced.