to hand you pieces….. of a puzzle
with two kisses upon your cheek
and a journey begins.
some are smooth
while others – have jagged edges
difficult to put together
hard to fit in.
as fingers and the pieces blend
little stress upon the mind
you think you’ve found a friend.
a picture easy to define
then one day – one thousand….
a new puzzle found…. and thrown in.
then the challenges begin
and you’re intrigued to solve
by ingenuity, but patients
soon wears thin.
these simple little ditty’s
but the one scattered in the corner
yet resolved – always calls your name
waiting to be solved.
easy on the brain
no thought to process
most everything – just fun.
one thousand pieces
tossed into a person
some days it goes together
other days, you throw the pieces back.
and all the little pieces
start to fit together
and you end up with very old friend.
they wait for you to figure them out
while they try to understand you.
but one that challenges you
in the end….. makes the picture more clear
the complexities –
is what makes an old friend