Jigsaw
Spread out in-front of me,
Hundreds of piece of You.
How has such a jigsaw come to be.
I examine each piece, close.
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Upon hours of musing… an image forms,
Vaguely at first, but familiar in a sense.
Deliberating over our progress, thoughts come in swarms.
A faint images, You, arose from clinging shadows.
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Months begin to pass, is our work complete?
Tangled pieces, delicately unwound.
Each to all others… too discrete,
A beautiful piece of art we compose.
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Individual pieces, oh so broken form… someone.
You, return the favour; not to be outdone.
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- J.P.C
[1] https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/90v45k/gyro_wrap/e2ttnvy
[2] https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/90rkee/feedback_request_songs_misused/e2ttjg0
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