puzzle pieces ... part 1
the love letters
stored so carefully
in a shoebox on the top
shelf of the closet
come tumbling down
like the poplar leaves
falling in a yellow cascade
over the back porch
that first autumn
when they shared
a life together
in a remote farmhouse
away from the hurried city
the two so alone
in a house that never
became the home
she longed for
and as he looks down
at the jumble
of promises they made
to one another
so many years ago
he wonders
if he will ever
truly understand
why she had to go
or ever truly know
the unfinished
puzzle of how
their love fell into such
disconnected pieces
stored so carefully
in a shoebox on the top
shelf of the closet
come tumbling down
like the poplar leaves
falling in a yellow cascade
over the back porch
that first autumn
when they shared
a life together
in a remote farmhouse
away from the hurried city
the two so alone
in a house that never
became the home
she longed for
and as he looks down
at the jumble
of promises they made
to one another
so many years ago
he wonders
if he will ever
truly understand
why she had to go
or ever truly know
the unfinished
puzzle of how
their love fell into such
disconnected pieces
