The Puzzle

Rip, rip, rip
Tear, tear, tear
Slowly the tiny pieces fall to the ground
So small we don't even realise it's falling apart.
So small that even if we did know, we couldn't regather them.
The longer the pieces fall, the bigger they get
The more noticable they become.
Before we no it they become too large to pick up.
And the small pieces that used to hold them together,
Were gone long ago.
No matter how big a puzzle is, it's never complete without the
smallest piece.
Do you have all you pieces?