The completed puzzle yet incomplete picture

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There is no use of collecting the remnants and evidence of what used to be there once
despite our attempts we must accept that our wounds are still fresh and it still hurts
we may unite all the pieces of puzzle together
but I am afraid it would only show a picture of love that’s whithered
I am afraid it would reveal that we are those imperfect pieces that never go together
the tale of our love has grown pale
every attempt to bring us back again is bound to fail
even if you join all the pieces
it would only be a completed puzzle yet an incomplete picture
for the emotions and binding that’s missing can’t ever be recaptured.

The different directions, priorities and expectations of each other
were always an indication of us going away further and further
I still keep yours and mine favourite picture
for it warns me of the love, hazards & it’s dangers
the completed puzzle will always show us as complete strangers
if we have never found love before
there is no point in making it longer
for it is never going to make our hearts feel any fonder
it won’t be a substitute for something that’s intrinsically stronger
I am afraid it would reveal that we are those imperfect pieces that never go together
it would only be a completed puzzle yet an incomplete picture
for the emotions and binding that’s missing can’t ever be recaptured.

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2016)
Perth, Australia
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