The jigsaw
of us
has come apart
scattered I am
searching hopelessly
for a fragment
of a smile
finding only
a fragment of heavy rain
here a fragment of words
that can not be spoken
here a fragment of thought
caught like a cloud in a tree
there a fragment of how
we used to be
snagged like a moon
upon a hill
I am unable
to fill up
(the spaces)
between us
you(as always)
the lost last
missing piece
of it all.
Only my fingers
tentatively touch
what remains
as if they weren't mine
as if they belonged to a someone
who is someone else
the deep groove
left by my ring
like a little mouth
laughing up at me.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-mouth/
