Nothing Quite Fits


The puzzle pieces so far do not fit together
we aren't sure if the pieces make up the same puzzle
all the pieces seem disoriented
so our tears bleed through them out of frustration
they make up a new picture like a water color painting
we never end up with what we had planned from the start
though whatever the painting be it's still something worth looking at
whether it's lost puzzle pieces
or birthmarks down an old lover's back
whatever the outcome
there is always another puzzle to solve
though not all are meant to be

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