missing pieces

As I sit here breaking the missing pieces fall at my feet.The events of my life playing in my mind like a lifetime in pictures. Each one revealing secrets i keep from myself that i fear to discover. Looking at the missing pieces i begin to realize they no longer fit the puzzle my life has become.Only one thing remains love for that which I was unable to save.My heart cries out for her even still as it lay broken on the ground.Memories of the love we once shared once so precious now only bring searing pain . What is the purpose of pain? What is the purpose of life? Both these questions can be answered by simply examining the missing pieces.