pieces of a life

my life
the two piece puzzle
which doesn't want to dovetail
or conform to my will

it just rattles in a box
with an image on its lid
which doesn't match
the two shapes within

but everyday I try
to make the angles and curves join
to complete a symmetry
which isn't supposed to make sense

mirrors of you

there is a weight to time
which accumulates with the years
and as it does
it scratches memories of you
into every mirror in this house
you are in my reflection
ghostlike
but cruelly real to me

ageless and stained with a contrition
that like a scar in my slowing heart
refuses to be healed

there are days I wish I was blind
but more when I willingly surround myself
with unbearable pain
to relive that one solitary point in time

such is love
such is life
such is this man