three pieces

three pieces
in this puzzle of living
fit together so effortlessly
yet the pieces haven't clicked

what draws them together
and what keeps them at bay
held together so loosely
by some unseen force

some days it's heaven
a soft and faint quiet
among the chaos
the time we are like one
yet contemplating being alone

it's the eye on the door
that creates the travail
like a grain of sand under foot
always scouring
making itself known
aware of it's presence

i'm afraid these pieces
will again set asunder
and be lost among the common
and the banal
never to be placed together again

the threshold is close
to snap or to scatter
for fear may be the culprit
and worry the trigger
to bring this game to a close