28 February 2013
How would I look, All pieced together? Complete and polished, Like a shiny new book.
Would pieces fit together, Nubbin to slot? Colors since faded, From a lifetime of weather.
Can I still be cohesive, Parts of a whole? Painting a picture, Landscape so elusive.
Do I have all the pieces, Were they lost along the way? An incomplete puzzle, The challenge increases.
What holds me intact, Can tears be the binder? Like watercolor strokes, Of passion extract.
How would I look, As a jigsaw puzzle? Am I darned near finished, Or an unfinished book.
Jigsaw • Opuss № I