The Picture in My Mind

Randomly puzzle pieces seeking me searching for a place to be.
But my memory is shaken, they seem to be mistaken.
I have no answers in the form of a question
or faintly remembered high school lesson
to set the chaos to order in me.

I seem to recall a haze of grays
three degrees colder, three shades darker than I pictured in my mind.
Now here he stands with outstretched hand,
three inches shorter, three miles farther than I pictured in my mind.

But he's mine.
And I don't need to understand why
he's mine.