Jigsaw

I passed you yesterday
walking the other way
I was in line behind you
laden with milk, cheese and eggs
You told me the price
of that white chocolate chai
I love so well
and you sang on the radio
and said sorry for last time.

I smiled at you on the train
for letting me sit
I saw your car parked
outside the Safeway down the road
I gave you a hand
taking your baggage off the carousel
and I cheered you on
at the concert last night.

You don't see me much
and I don't see you much either
but bits and pieces of you and me
are sought in others
as they walk through landscapes
sketched in a clumsy hand,
building our jigsaws,
hoping to piece together
something as good as what we knew.