I wish that your world
would come crashing down
around you and you'd
see me
standing there holding
the pieces of our memories.
the past in one hand
future in another
As I try to force these
pieces to fit together
and put into place the picture
I see so clearly in my mind.
I force them to try and take shape.
To interlock the way I anticipated them
to do.
But they are stuck, jammed into
one another
awkwardly
And as the puzzle begins to break
apart,
you walk away kicking
the pieces....
scattering my dreams
and all of the promises that were
to be our life.
