We Are All Simply Puzzle Pieces

By Sarah Dizon, High School Student

Isn’t it comforting to know all of us aren’t truly strangers? How the random person beside you on the train is, or already has, experienced the same cup of poison that has been keeping you up all night. How the person you just walked past at that grocery store
is also thinking about whether they should buy spaghetti or KFC for dinner.

Isn’t it worrying to realise someone else knows the same feeling as your grief?
You were once told that you are unloveable
and you take out your throat in hopes that at least one of the heavy balls
will slip out.
But they’re all there, still. Not just for you,
but for that stranger, too.

Isn’t it lovely how every single heart loves the same? We collect colourful flowers and gift them to our lover on dates because they remind us of them, how they are also as colourful (just with more and most colours).
How we tell them right before the call ends- “I love you.”.
How we all just pick up their hand while walking to announce to the stars,
“THEY ARE LOVED. I HOLD THIS HAND,
THEIR COLOURFUL HEART TOO,
BECAUSE THEY
ARE MY FLOWER
AND I AM THEIRS.”

Isn’t it a lovely worry to be a puzzle piece
of the world’s grand love tessellation?