499 pieces

Love… A puzzle will never be completed with only 499 pieces

no matter how smooth the talk of a salesman, value still decreases

Still, there’s nothing quite as inspiring as reading her mental diary

or the heated passion as fiery knowing she had once desired me

I’ve managed to turn our novella into a poorly ended short story

simply asking the writer to feel obligated to systematically marry

from a once undeniably, intensely, passionate sexual excitement

to an eerie, socially hospitable respect, but equally deep resentment

how an infatuating love, so deep that your sinful obsession turns to hate

until that rooted love twists into pain, and an amends is much too late

maturing souls drift further away than could ever once been imagined

‘oceans apart’ could still be sailed, though the wind can’t be fashioned

a forever perplexing love is what I will always have, and humbly admit

I promised that I would always do so, accepting the pieces just didn’t fit.


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  1. This really depicts what happens in so many relationships.
    “I’ve managed to turn our novella into a poorly ended short story”

    I read it twice and decided that except for the hate part, this could describe my first marriage quite well.
    Isn’t it amazing how, after time, love and passion just don’t seem to fit any more?
    I really liked this. It brought a twinge of pain back because it so vividly described how relationships can go terribly wrong. You do have a way with words!

    I think a puzzle is a perfect way to think about a relationship that soured. The pieces were either misplaced, didn’t fit anymore, or just got thrown out in the trash. Shit happens.

    Another good one!!! Bravo!

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      1. Ha! Stretch Marks! Too funny. Well in my case it definitely did. But only because we had a son together lol. Actually, I’ve been divorced from my first husband for so long that we’re great friends now. Sometimes people are just meant to friends not lovers. So the stretch marks have almost faded away. 🤗

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  2. Oh Joe, really what you find when you dare to stare into that hat; simply wow wow wow. I have been down that infatuating; love v passion leading to loathing and all road one too many times. I still got me some stretch marks and just thought of painting them lol

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  3. I really like the first line of this. You the have captured the process of opening up yourself to another and what to make of the walk away. This line especially resonated, “I’ve managed to turn our novella into a poorly ended short story.”

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  4. This is awesome. I love how the first line and the last line of your poem sandwiched all the lines in between into a nice puzzle sandwich. I love the puzzle analogy. So many parts of life can be compared to a jigsaw puzzle and the puzzle is not complete if we miss even one piece. I just wrote a post today about missing puzzle pieces and then I read your awesome poem. “The missing puzzle piece is still part of the puzzle.” So this love puzzle of yours missing some pieces will always be a part of your puzzle of life. Best wishes, much love and be well.


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