Pieces


I feel like that puzzle,
the one you once bought at the second-hand store.
The puzzle whose box had a pretty enough picture
to catch your eye and hold your attention,
for a moment.
But you took that puzzle home,
you started putting pieces together...
And you realized some pieces were missing
and nothing fit together quite right.

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