I no longer trust myself
having searched all morning
for the missing piece
in our endless jigsaw

and come up empty-handed –
then to find it
with a quick glance
as I poured more coffee.

You ask where I left my heart –
out on the porch after dinner
or somewhere on the lake bluff?
It is true. It is somewhere.

Probably in this house.
After all this searching
when we leave for work one day
we will drop a look across the room

and likely find it for all to see
half shoved, half tossed
between two pillows
on the living room couch.