maybe I'm a puzzle
missing her box
making it impossible
to know what the
scheme will be when
it finally is and if
I am, maybe I thought
my edges met up with
yours to form some
greater thought than
what I could scrape
together on my own
and that is just
another of those
thoughts that you seem
not to want me to
share when it cycles
through from one end
to the other, by-passing
rational and finding
home somewhere on the
edge of my bottom lip
that I find myself
apologizing for far
too often as it quivers
in your presence but
if my greatest flaw
is to care too much,
then let me be flawed
and if my final portrait
does not include some
part of you here or
there then let me
remain in pieces spread
out over the floor.

08/24/2006

Posted on 08/25/2006
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