it aches when a void remains unfilled,
but not more than having it filled temporarily,
and left again as to how it used to.

like a puzzle piece creates a picture,
but the Universe says, "something better's coming"
and it was a carousel that never ends.

let the heart holes be left untouched,
and we produce technicolor tears,
of hues that attempt to convey a motion picture
of chaotic human emotion.

IA