puzzle

talking about the happier pieces

we weep and laugh until the puzzle finishes

trying to not leave holes

attempting to be whole in a way that we can’t be on our own

so i dive under the carpet

searching for more

for the pieces i miss the most

of which i often live in blissful ignorance;

you do not complete the puzzle

but help me, in sweet release, see the truth:

i was never intended to be complete

and that is why i need you.

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