What were we trying to say
all those years we stopped talking,
blindsided by love’s betrayal
that shattered us into pieces
too many to restore
Feeling no other choice
we try to make something
from the giant jigsaw puzzle
laid out in front of us
but not sure how or what
We resolve to work a little each night
but the pieces don’t fit, the picture
no longer makes sense, and we are lost –
resting our senses for another day
to try again
©Daniel von der Embse©
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Welcome 🙂
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I Salute you. This is the kind of situation I am in. And this poem sums it up perfectly, leaving me with a choice to come to the conclusion. 🙂
Keep Writing. 🙂
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