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Puzzles.
I wish it were like a spring shower
And after an hour or two
The darkness would fade
I wish it were like a shot
And after the initial shock
The pain would disappear
But your arms were my second home
And my heart took residence in yours
Your hands held me strong on the days I should fall
And your words were my rock
Your kindness was my present
Your love my future
Your smile was my dream—and my reality
And I fell
You held my heart firm
But you fled— Suddenly
With not a second to spare and you watched—silently
As my heart collapsed to the ground
Broken pieces; everywhere
And I stumbled around unknowingly—feeling for wholeness
But there was none to be found
The pain surrounded me
And without you to save me
I broke
And I still see you
In the hallways—and you smile
You walk with that girl on your arm
Your face lit with happiness
And mine is too
But it’s a cold hard lie
And I’ve gathered the remnants
Of my once shipshape heart
And they sit on the shelf
Next to your love letters
And the pools of empty tears
That stained my cheeks
And my pillow sheets
And every once in a while
I’ll fumble the pieces
Together but they don’t fit
Cause your arms were my second home
And my heart took residence in yours
Your hands held me strong on the days I should fall
And your words were my rock
Now your hands are empty
And mine are full of ragged pieces
That wont seem to come together
And I open new wounds everyday
As I try and try again to fill this hole
And realize—I’ve never been good at puzzles.
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