it seeps in slow …the last month of the year
and brings along with it a quilt of patchwork memories
colorful pieces of musings and adventures happy
snatches of conversations and moments stolen
from by-lanes never forgotten
it feels good to snuggle in and look back
this month …that year.
do you ever think that all your broken pieces
might live across the oceans grey or in the triangular bay?
do ever walk with no destination in mind, except in circles square?
do you search for soul mates in eyes of moody blues or tempestuous curls of hair?
do you take well lit roads of addresses unknown or walk the silent stairs?
do you want for postcards from heaven or texts from strangers known?
do you hurt like crazy but talk with laughter in the air?
are you the piece that fits my puzzle or is my puzzle your affair?
have you ever thought how if you and I were to meet we would be complete?