Jigsaw

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It is like soft music played by the guitar player in the lonely room.
It is like wisps of light playing with the flowing linen.
I lay, contorted, on the floor, in a frantic search over the lost piece of jigsaw.
The last petal of flower I played with, in a reminiscent mode.

Those fragments of glass still lay on the floor and it was painted fresh, red,
Reminded me of how I played it on our veins.
But how you lay so still, motionless, and I long to breathe into you.
How about one last kiss, my love?


I need your blood to fill my heart, now lopsided.
I need a piece of your heart to complete mine.
I've looked at you forever and till yesterday you looked away.
Can I be with you all the time now that you are here?


I’m sorry, my love, that to complete my jigsaw-ed world,
I needed to separate you from yours.
Forgive me, my love, that I am now complete but
All I get to spend with you is a few hours before you go under the grey.


But our hearts can be joined in the world above
Like two flowers in a single vase; not so broken like this.