Putting pieces together and
Trying to make them fit--
Trying every possible way,
Even forcing them in.
But it doesn't work like that.
Puzzles are supposed to just
Slide in and click...
You start to see more of the picture.
He was always pictured with guitar
In hand and black cashmere coat.
The connection between he and I
Was great-- a love for music.
We shared stories of bands in notes
Making sure the teacher didn't see.
It was french so we could always
Answer her with our if needed.
Then he left me
And everyone else who cared for him...
A puzzle no one can figure out.
Putting a puzzle together
Is easier than piecing
What happened to him together.
His life had no straight edges.
Just corners and funny shaped pieces.
He shaped so many lives,
Why did he take his apart
Before it was done?
How could you only see so few?
They are beautiful.
The golden yelow and orange
Mixing with reds.
The rays reaching and stretching
To touch everything green.
Your pores of skin feel the tingle
Of warmth as well.
You can hear the birds chirping and
Fluttering to the picturesque view.
But the settings with hints
Of purple and blue are
Even more spectacular.
Oh yes! The stars!
Brilliant white on a black scape.
How could you only see so few?
I went to the mall and did what any woman would--
Headed straight for the racks to look for that
Perfect something.
My arms were growing tired from each
Sqeak of metal on metal.
And then, without warning,
I found the perfect dress.
The sales girl smiled
As she directed me to the dressing room.
She knew what it was like to find that
Perfect something.
I quickly ran into that tiny cubical,
Unzipped the dress,
And slid it on.
It clung to my body caressing each curve.
What I had hoped to be true was...
A perfect fit.
In a parking lot at an all night diner
You caressed my face.
Your cubical truck had plenty of room
To try on some passion
While we unzipped friendship to
See if it would enhance every curve we had.
Then, without warning...
I came to a conclusion.
You fit better than that dress ever could.