There's a puzzle on the table
Been sitting there since spring
Dust has settled on the pieces
I don't touch anything
You started with the edges
I worked the center through
Now the cardboard's faded colors
Don't look much like they used to
We walk around that table like it ain't even there
The pictures I've completed
But neither one of us can bear
To find what's missing
Some nights I see you looking
At the scatter that remains
Your
hand will reach then fall back
Like you've forgotten how to end
We walk around that table like a stone we cannot move
The pieces wait for joining But we just pass on through
That's what's missing
Maybe some things are meant
to stay this way
Half done and gathering dust another
day The box says it's a landscape
Green fields and summer sky
But all I see is empty spaces
Where the pieces used to lie