I
like that peg. I like its shape. I like its colour & the
darkness shining in her eyes. I like her hair, the way she moves, her
laughter and her smile but I admit: this peg doesn't fit.
I
like that picture. It's a portrait of desire. I like the brushwork & she sets my loins on fire but when I try to hang it on my
wall where once your sculpted image used to sit I find it
doesn't fit.
It
doesn't fit the hole you left behind in me the day we parted. Yes
we made the right decision but that doesn't stop the pain. And
it doesn't make life easy when a part of me is missing. So I
hunt the peg to fill the gap to make me feel complete again.
Who'll
complete this jigsaw? That's the question on my banner. But
I can't get Some Answer here & never mind how much I try that
Hammer. I pick the pretty patterned ones and try them one
by one but bit by bit I find that they don't fit.
It won't
be the piece that left the gap. You used to fill the hoLe in
well and fit. But we've both changed now.
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