This she has resolved
That the missing puzzle piece
Was never his hand
Information feigned
Captivated, I ask, “Why?”
Then set out to know
Not obtuse
Not acute
Not Hell-bent for the stars
I must go
I must be
I must give what is ours
If you look
If you ask
If you promise what’s true
You will find
You will learn
You will become who’s you
