A Puzzle With Missing Pieces

Not everything lost can always be found
Whether a lost soul, item, or identity
we all long for something
Each of us everyday search for that missing piece
Some may say I have a hole in my heart
We look in all the wrong places
Trying to fill the emptiness with anything we can find
In the end we are only left with a gaping wound
Its not hidden and others can see
In the way I carry myself
They see a familiar face because they too
are missing pieces just like you