Puzzle pieces are like people...
They're confusing
and hard
to distinguish from all
the others
But once you do
distinguish them
they can be
the most important piece of all.

Two hearts
embrace
his arms
warm
her
trusting eyes
caressing
lingering whisper
deja vu
but never before.
a dream
an eternity
a moment
In their big little world
Time.

Gone like memories
trailing through the years
Back again, like deja vu
down a river of tears

Gone like ink to paper,
Gone like autumn leaves
into a momentous nothing
Gone like a mug of tea

Gone like petals
torn from a rose
Like confidence and living
A song of time, composed.

This place is blank
Empty and dank
Like cellars are
At a popular bar
And the lines are blue
Like the sky is too
And the tall red tower
Holds all of the power
Like the queen of the land
With her scepter in hand
Or a fierce mountain, tall
The strongest of them all.

Disapproving
Gray clouds
Who ate the sunshine
For breakfast
Come all of the memories,
Raindrops;
They slip down her cheeks
The ocean swallowed a sky of possibilities
The moon turned its face away,
Wistfully
A single flower grew among the weeds,
but the harsh wind
Of an unforgotten past
Slashed away its
Dreams.
Glass everywhere
Shattered against a wall
Of indifference
A goblet brimming with love
And stolen wishes.
The storm within her heart
Ice shards
Stab mercilessly
Into the serenity
Of oak trees
Smooth lakes
Her thoughts.
Chaotic turmoil
Like a little sailboat
Tossed to and fro
By stormy seas.
Nightmare twisted
Warped,
Like the web of a giant spider,
Dreams.
Trapped.
Entangled by the giant spider's willful thread
Wings broken, freedom lost
Such a cost, such a cost.

But
Night ends
Eventually.
And then
There is a something.
It flits, dancing, through
Wise trees
Hearts
Ice
Dark
Frozen relics
Of stormy
Centuries.
Hope
A rainbow of colors
Gleaming on her eyelash.
Not forgotten.
Light
Embraces
Patient oak.
Curls up,
Happy
Like a cat
Content to be where she is
At last.

The struggle
To stay awake
Wind rattling
Whistles through a sleeping house and the
Closed door,
Your brain
Silhouetted on the wall.
Scribble furiously
The eyebrows of the shadow scrunched
Concentration.
Frustration.
Exhaustion.
"tion"
Nostalgi­a. You ponder words
Longingly.
The numbers
They flap madly about
Like confused geese
When it's warm
In January.
Reminisce
Back when it was simple
Life
Problems
Math exams
Normal, that golden
Score, gleaming.
The knowledge of perfection
Written neatly
At the top of the mountain.
Years into the future
Dreaming of reaching that summit
Once more.