Someone walks in from out the dark
Leaking droplets of memories
Onto old tiled floor
Scenes of nights
Wrenched into day
He asks how I know him
He already knows the answer
But can't recall
Why black feels so vibrant
And white deepens the pain
Meanwhile I sit beside
Waiting for justice
Needing the corner piece
For some jenky ass puzzle
That has no right angle.
Looking for love
In all the wrong puzzles.
--10/23/14
jitana
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