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“Puzzle”

It’s been six years and one night
The puzzle is not done yet
Scattered in confusion
Would it ever look right?

There’s a piece in the wall
Stuck helplessly forever more
If the wall could talk
That piece in the wall to walk

There’s a piece by the shore
A piece soaked with the wash
The innocent piece never
Never made its way to your door

There’s a piece in Cleveland
A piece in Memphis
Seattle is a mess
With rains never stops

There’s a nice piece of me
Clinging stubbornly to the window
Watching the never-set sun
Humming the nursery rhyme

There’s a piece that is pretty
Holding in hand like crazy
Somehow it never seems fit
Anywhere inside the frame

Next from the pileup
The patched and tangled piece
Then comes the twisted blue piece
All out of the place

And the sun comes up
It makes 6 years and one day
The pieces pick themselves up
Ready to start all over this game

Would they ever know
Any piece makes a whole
I left the best piece with you
This puzzle is a play
Never meant to be close

“My love’s gone…”

My love’s gone
He left at dawn
No one to hold
No more his song

How am I still here
With one light on
In cracking of cold
Rain pouring down

Rain fell all night
Rain fell all day
In grieving passion
I drowned, when my love’s gone

“Your Picture In Photoshop”

How does it strike you
If I use brush on your hair
Would your smile be brighter
If I adjust the contrast

Would magic wand sparkle your eyes
Would eraser wipe off fine lines
Would zoom bring you to my side
Would new layer cover sighs

Would we talk the same talk
Would we walk the same walk
Would we laugh the same laugh
Would we cry over the same song

Would I still recognize you
If I blur the face
Would you be mine
If I crop the angle in your arms

No more can I endure the part
I must close this before I fall apart
Should I save this
Or should I leave it as it was

I just cannot walk away
With the decision not made
Nor will I ever come back
With a broken heart not take