The Pieces That Are Missing

The Pieces That Are Missing 

When emotions have run out, and your ego has gone back to its place;

When life has returned to it's humdrum, the crises stowed away.

Your heart beats the way it should and the brain is not buzzing,

That is when you will know, that there are pieces that are missing.

Not in the tears, in the drama, not even in the passionate out cries,

but in the moment when you turn the steering wheel into your drive,

When the engine is cooling down and you pause to heave a sigh.

You will know what is missing, what is stealing the pieces of your life.

When you are trying to read a book and something gets in the way,

When the television is turned on but something steals your attention away,

When you have learned to live life with dismissing laugh,

And found distractions which you probably love as much.

then you will recall the unfinished business,

the stories you left untold,

or the passion you left out in the cold,

the trip you never went on,

and the people you passed on.

Then you will know which ones mattered, the ones that always will,

Then you get up and get them, there are empty spaces to fill.