A puzzle used to be complete

before the saw that tore it apart

made it’s everlasting impression

on what was whole to start.

It remains in pieces until the day

that a kindred soul comes along

and puts it together piece by piece

and slowly rights what has been wrong.

© Autumn Siders 2016

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