Placed Pieces

Can you feel the puzzle
pieces etched into my skin
from the places they had fallen
over time as we moved through them.

Do you hear the music
playing softly from afar
lyrics we both know by heart
beats that fell in time with ours.

Whisper again to me
you breath upon my neck
when I can't hear you at all
because the world has split apart.

No chess to move about
or checkers to jump over
no manipulation or conjecture
merely pieces coming into place.