Puzzle

My relationship with you
was a jigsaw puzzle
that I tried to put together -
the picture on the box was
Beautiful.
But now I have to
take it apart.
Some pieces are missing,
and so many are
scattered around me -
I find them everywhere.
Forgotten pockets of jeans,
under my pillows every night,
inside a stranger's box of Cheezits.
Maybe once I've collected them all
and put them safely away,
my heart will be put
back together too.

~September 16, 2010