Puzzled

It’s when I stopped looking 
For you….
All the time,
Every time,
That I found the time.
 
No more staring at the driveway,
Or just glancing at the door,
Waiting,
Knowing you won’t come around no more.
No more staring at my phone,
Or looking for your name, on the list of who read what where,
Waiting,
Knowing you’re no longer there.
 
It’s when I stopped looking for my missing pieces
That I found the peace I needed
To put the pieces back together.
 
And now with all this time...
And all of these peaceful pieces?
I make puzzles.
Actual ones.
 
Because those pieces are supposed to fit,
And they’re meant to be complete.
 
Turns out I’m not that great at laying puzzles.
Guess that just leaves me puzzled.

32 thoughts on “Puzzled

    1. Thank you – although I think it’s a stretch to call it actual poetry, seeing as I just jot things down without rhyme schemes or style or anything of the sort.

      Arranging words like this – is that automatically poetry… I’ve always wondered

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply to thereluctantpoet Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: