you must love working jigsaws.
I only watched as you tore them apart
piece by little piece, no strategy, no pause.
I watched you dump the box, i saw it from the start.
the way you studied each piece, as if you saw no flaws.
and as you put it back together, much like a work of art.
gently you laid them one by one, not allowing any edges to cross.
working from the outside in, since the middle could get hard.
trying to figure out where to go now, I felt you needed an applause
but then something happned...your concentration turned into frustration and then came the stab to my heart.
no need for an illustration.; unfortunately, I can still feel that part.
Most people I have seen work this puzzle, always leave at the same piece.
instead, you tricked me into believing you would make it to the ending.
you didn't just leave it alone for a while, no, you had to make sure I was teased
now I have these pieces almost together, but a heartache that still needs mending.
looking back, you never once tried to ease.
SNLpoetry
02/23
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