Puzzle Pieces

I know I'm probably overthinking it all too much,
Trying to get inside your head to understand.
So many sleepless nights piled up behind me,
While I try to fit together the puzzle pieces in your hand.

I can already see the picture in my mind,
As clear and bright as the blazing sun.
You should put all the pieces back in the box,
And leave it undone and turn around and run.

Thousands of pieces enclosed in the box,
It tumbles over and they fall to the floor.
When you pick them all up, you will lose some,
And it will never be complete and you'll lose even more.

I can't tell you what I see in each tiny piece,
Or that it's something you shouldn't even do.
Hours and hours spent pouring over its fragments,
Whose picture in your mind you'll cling fast to.

I see you struggle with the picture you want to see,
And it will never be what you imagine in your mind.
Desperate to force the pieces where they don't go,
You'll manipulate the image and cross over that frayed line.

Thousands of pieces enclosed in the box,
It tumbles over and they fall to the floor.
When you pick them all up, you will lose some,
And it will never be complete and you'll lose even more.

I can already see the picture in my mind,
As dark and lonely as your broken soul.
Saddened that you'll choose to hold those puzzle pieces,
Continuing to believe you need them to make you feel whole.

Thousands of pieces enclosed in the box,
It will never be complete, no never complete,
Just like the unjust satisfaction in your soul.

12.30.16

©Kerri L. Stanley