We all spend a lifetime searching

Searching for that final piece

The part that makes us whole

That makes the pain of life

Disappear into nothingness

Imagine.

After a full life

Long after you have stopped searching

That mystical something

Lands in your lap

Hits you in the face

Like a custard pie

Turns your whole life inside out

You hold it for one fleeting moment

Then, it vanishes in a puff of smoke

Poof! It’s gone forever

But now you know

You know what it was

What it looked like

What it tasted like

Smelled like

How it felt to be complete

If only for a brief time

So you smile

A sad kind of smile

As you see that you are

One of the few