The last piece

She was a widespread mess, adorning the floor in her way,
Warm winter night and the Christmas jingles were a blithe in the flaky air
He decided to make her up,
Ruffling through her, it was going to test his perseverance joyfully he thought
One piece perfectly canoodling his long lost mate
He kept completing her, adding her to life and making her broken self meaningful
499 pieces in and she was almost complete, but did not feel herself anymore.
He looked out for the last piece everywhere, restlessly irked at himself for not keeping her safe,
One piece lost and she could never be the same, he took her for granted the last year at the same time and everything changed for her
Nothing could complete her the way she did herself, but a random person played with her once and left her broken and incomplete forever.