My Missing Piece

In my kitchen, as daylight fades, I search for lids in the shadows they evade. Containers lined up, but the pairs just hide. A simple match, yet unoccupied. Where have you gone, my missing piece? In this silent dance, I seek release. Hidden in corners, lost in this maze, I search for you, in a quiet haze. Each bowl, a memory, now incomplete, Echoes of dinners, once so sweet. Through drawers and shelves, a longing glance, In this kitchen ballet, a lonesome dance. It's like a riddle, a story untold, Of things we lose, and memories we hold. In this gentle search, a lesson discreet, In letting go, and when to retreat. Oh, oh my missing piece, where are you..? Silent and still, I stand alone, Amongst containers, their lids unknown. A quiet surrender, in the evening light, Accepting the chaos, of this endless fight. Where have you gone, my missing piece? In this silent dance, I seek release. Hidden in corners, lost in this maze, I search for you, in a quiet haze. So I close the drawer, with a whispering sigh, Underneath the stars, in the quiet sky. Maybe tomorrow, the match will show, Till then, in this stillness, I let it go. I'll let it go...