Friday, September 30, 2005

Puzzle Pieces

i see the pieces of my puzzle
and they are falling from the table,
knocked over by you,
as you passed my life in a moment.

does everything have to change,
i am scattered on the floor,
with no one to pick up the pieces,
as i lay scarred covering my holes,

i won't fit back so nicely,
some pieces of me ripped, torn, lost
and i belong to the earth,
or maybe to the wind.

in the sure moments that follow your wake,
i slowly stand, regain my footing,
and i settle down to put things back
but the order will never be as it was.


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