it's always been
a serious assignment,
self-inflicted
one of analyzing,
the loose pieces
thrown, scattered;
the puzzle of us
mistaken shapes
that seemed to fit
then didn't
others so quickly
perfect, like
a promise we might
still solve things
unable to see
what was right
in front of us,
words might have
saved us all
empathy sits
at another table,
begs to be asked;
patient, true
