Never Meant to Be

I take one step back,
Looking at the scattered
Puzzle pieces of my life.
The pieces are everywhere.
I tinker with the pieces,
Putting the puzzle together.
It's a picture of you.
I smile, I always thought we were meant to be.
I fiddle with the puzzle pieces left.
It's a picture of me.
I stare at the two puzzles,
One of you and one of me,
I try to fit the puzzles together.
The more I push,
Trying harder and harder
To fit them together,
I notice something.
The look in your eyes,
It's distant and cold.
Just like the bitter, cold breeze that whispers
'Never meant to be'