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