| 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 behindin 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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