The bits of a puzzle once fell from the pack
And scattered all over the floor:
No hands came to help or to put them back
Together like they were before
The pieces were put in some other jigsaws
And fitted to them like a glove;
But what was most puzzling about this was
The pieces didn't pine for their love
2 comments:
I think this could be one of the saddest poems you have written....
I'm dreadfully sorry, P, if your mood were spoiled,
but back then, my mind was utterly roiled!
The weird bit is..even if the pieces come together, they still form a "puzzle".
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