May 12 2009
Poetry: Pieces
This was written around 1 a.m. one night after I’d gotten back from a date with my then fiance now husband. We’d been having a long talk about how he should get out now before I took him down with me on the crazy road. Or should I say I’d been telling him that and he’d been telling me how he didn’t think I was crazy and he liked me and that he was in this for the long haul.
Pieces fit they should
hold together where they go
Glass in turn makes it over
untied where there’s fall
Enter into missing emptied
Place in hole and hope it’s
see the splinters full of promise
see the picture half of me
I can promise I can bend
I can tear I can
rend the pulley torn and open
I can hold the weight of
Pieces fit they should
I have the box lid
Image ready
I have the image from before
I see the ripples of reflection
wonder how it
can be
restored
Honest tell me will it ever
Hold up to the one before?
Honest tell me can I be mended?
Patch me up and set me score
Pieces fit they should
Melt them down and pour the mold
Sticky tape and
patchwork quilts
Make a new one from the old.
I’m very glad he didn’t listen to me, and kept persisting. I still have these thoughts every once in a while but they’re coming less and less often.
