Small Pieces of Being

May 18, 2010 (at dusk)

The puzzle piece missing

is still not speaking toward

finding itself anytime soon.

The roses were a beautiful

symbol of the nothing they

meant to be before becoming

just simply what they were.

The apology was its own

magnificent accomplishment

diminished by being less

than it probably meant to be

in the beginning when it felt

more sincere and right, unforced.

The ending was quick before

its long decline into other places

of memory and time twisted to

make it prolong itself indefinitely.

The puzzle piece missing

is still not speaking toward

finding itself anytime soon.