He placed bits before her
Broken thoughts fragments of love
An offering for her to puzzle
Together in increments overtime
In hopes that these tokens
These talismans would suffice
To form a larger picture
Of all he could never say
Yet his patterns remained
Abstract if not obtuse
His intentions blurred behind
Shattered and pixilated bone
No frame work no mortar
To hold his heart together
(May 2, 2017)

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