No one understood when I told them i gave all the parts of
myself to him
I remember the night I called,
He was crying and all he said was you called right on time, I
was crying
That night he gave me the first piece of himself, and it was
all over the phone
Teardrops on a cheek puzzle piece rested on my bottom lip,
holding open my mouth to maybe be able to taste the sweet and salty liquids, I sat
there phone attached to my face the only way I could hug him
That same night I gave him the last piece of myself
The piece of me that showed a puzzle, full of shooting stars
that ran and burned violently in the sky with hope, rage, anger, and loss
fueling it’s escape, yet each mile through a galaxy full of black holes. Places
where I was stuck timelessly alone,
At the end of the conversation, he took my puzzle held it in
his hands, rubbed the pieces, staring at them as if he had found the one thing
that could make or break this world, such amazement, and fear. He kissed me
over the phone, letting me swallow the puzzle piece that I ever so
discovered, and tucked it away under my
earth, hopefully fossils that would break down into love.
I watched him shove my puzzle pieces in his pocket,
Hang up the phone
And as I closed my eyes tight
he ran away
And never reappeared 