I’m Puzzled
The jigsaw sits unfinished
just where you left it.
The edges framed the way you always
tended to do things.
The pieces grouped by shape and color
still waiting for you.
the moment still haunts me
emotion still daunts me
my sad life still taunts me
retaking those jaunts we
took only together
So to know I’ll never embrace you
without jaws of life.
So to see the remaining pieces,
scattered in order.
So too many interlocking parts,
that have gone with you.
© 1999 Barton J. Breen