REPOSTING FROM an Old BLOG... UNTITLED

unfinished,
broken,
hanging in mid-air

i seek
something
perhaps
something
that will remain unseen.

i hold
in my hands
pieces of you
maybe...

my mind tries to capture
a perfect picture
of that one fine day
but too much alcohol
finds a gap in the details
what you said
remained perfectly so well
with you.
and i burn in shame,
because
i sometimes
lack bits and pieces
of that same scene...

we both remember
somehow,
i still do,

because right now
where i am,
i hold them close,
i still do,
not wanting to let go
of pieces of the puzzle
you took only minutes
to solve...

and when you did,
you stood up,
walked away,
i can still hear your footsteps
fading in the background

and i sit there
on the floor
a hand on my head,
the left one
perhaps,
i try to recall
i can't seem to focus
anymore...

i sit there on the floor,
trying to put together
pieces of the puzzle
we both promised to build,
but then we never did...

you walked away again,
maybe this time,
never to return.


***
and like the hundreds of Free Verses i have written, this one definitely means a lot... reality speaks volumes when i say to myself more than a dozen times - "salvage that something you will virtually lose..." - the muse/s? have moved on, a long time ago, the words remain... and i would gladly embrace all that remains, whatever it is, than be in a state of blissful amnesia... well, whatever, enough said...