Puzzle Pieces

Everything is like a puzzle, that's how my world works.

It's not like a broken puzzle, either, it's all their.

I'm the opposite of the current technology, the computer and camera software that can recognize faces.

Those boxes don't stick in my head.

I can see you, your lips, your eyes, your nose.

But, I can't see you.

You don't make sense.

Not on a whole, at least.

I can break up the puzzle, take my border pieces and stare them down one by one.

You wear your hair in a braid, just like mine. It's a sun-kissed blonde, like mine, too. You have tiny ears.

Those are freckles, right? Across your...your cheeks.

Your nose is like a button!

But, you're frustrated. You're trying to get something, maybe you're doing homework? But, I don't see a book. Nothing with pages...

Your cardigan...it has the funny buttons like mine. They're gold and shiny.

They're shaped like roses.

Your cardigan is grey, we must shop at the same store, then.

Maybe we've met? I'm sorry, I really can't tell you who you are. This is so embarrassing.

We step closer.

You look more confused now.

Maybe you're like me!

Maybe you can't see me.

Your eyes, they're bright blue. They're like the sky, and I'm sure they compliment your sun-kissed blonde hair very nicely. They're hidden behind dark purple, thick-rimmed, rectangular glasses, though. But, you're still pretty!

I smile at you and I can pick our your dimples now.

I wish I could take you all in.

Your lips are pretty, pink.

Teeth are white and sparkling.

I like your jeans, by the way. They're very pretty.

I try to make my eyes find yours and I hold out my hand.

It touched something, cold and smooth.

The mirror...

Oh...I suppose I don't remember what I look like either.