Please forgive my uncertainty
and bi polar tendencies
In my mind
we fit together
like a jagged jigsaw puzzle.
You know, the brisk confidence
with delayed doubt
that comes
when you slide two pieces together
only to find one that fits slightly better.
You begin questioning
every move you’ve made
You know two cannot fit the same space
but have trouble deciphering
between what’s meant to be
and what’s a falsity.
Just as the puzzle seems to be coming along
a bump in the road
shifts the loose pieces out of place
and we’re left starting behind first base.
Where a forced kiss on the cheek
is the most you’ll get
because I no longer see the big picture –
only small fractions of what was and could become.
Please forgive my uncertainty
and bi polar tendencies
For no one’s shown me a finished puzzle
and I can’t imagine the full picture
unless I’ve seen the box.
But I know we are the jigsaw
because you can handle the challenge
and mild disrupts
better than anyone I know.
When I often run –
abandon the paradox –
you pick up my scattered bits,
and hold them gently in your hands
waiting.
When I stop running,
together
We mend the mangled edges
cut new pieces from corrugated cardboard
leaving no holes –
just questions – in our image.
People act as if the solution
is getting down on one knee,
putting a ring on our fingers
and saying those two words,
But a marriage is not glue.
You cannot mod podge
two lives together
expecting them to stay in that condition
forever.
Relationships aren’t meant to be
hung on the wall
of your parents’ cookie cutter home.
Some relationships stick
but it is not with a band of adhesive
It is the strong yet gentle hands
that carefully hold the pieces
in their place.
Some relationships end
with broken pieces
in a battered box
that we tuck into the closet
only to be pulled out
as a reminder of our failed attempts
at forever.
Some relationships are left
out
on the counter
in a ziplock baggie
with random parts
and no hint as to how they got there
or if they even fit together at all.
Our relationship
is the jigsaw
left on the table
night after night after night
slowly making progress
only to be moved
and shifted out of place
Our relationship is the piece
found under the couch
while cleaning the house.
Our relationship is not plastered
on the wall for the world
to adore or scrutinize.
It is fragile and complicated.
Please forgive my uncertainty
And bi polar tendencies
in my heart
I know we fit together
like a jagged jigsaw puzzle.