When we break,
our pieces mingle.
We lay on
the floor
amongst each other
and become
parts in each other's
puzzle.
Reassembly results
in a picture
--and like most
pictures,
we become subject
to other people’s
scrutiny.
(Best we stay broken,
our pieces
jumbled together
in chaotic bliss.)
2 comments:
I'm so excited you're back (too excited that I think my kidneys are gonna fail me any minute now *grin*).
Loved the third stanza the most, how it captures the personal debate (verging on debacle) everyone goes through: what I/we (i.e. the couple) want vis-a-vis what I/we do not want others to see.
Cheers. ^_^
max max max! best we stay broken, indeed.
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