Oh, man, Keira! Every poem of yours I've read is about a lost love. Is it always the same guy? Or are you just convinced you're never going to find love? Thank goodness you're young and have lots of time.
Anyway, they're usually well written poems, even if it does seem like you must be terminally depressed! And, as usual, this one is very well done. You have a wonderful knack of taking a very common occurrence (ain't nothing unusual about someone walkin' away!) and putting a completely different spin on it.
Umm, to every puzzle there is a final peice that always is missing, when it is almsot completed,
the idea of this is wonderful,
"tonight the stars
the last puzzle piece is
This stands out in my mind for some reason, a climax of some sort, like saying that the puzzle peice was there but was lost in translation,
Love lost. In a scatter of edged peices on the floor.
i like how everyone is watching someone else, trying to be perfect, unflawed to entice the other into a desired action. so calculated but free of obligation, this seemingly ordinary night spent outside. someone's sorry about the night, but i can't say who - there are so many hidden wants and needs here, secret agendas that we'll never know which suceeded. i guess that's the tragedy of love and looking for it in someone else - you can never know someone else completely, or mostly, or even halfway decently without putting so much of yourself on the line.
and yes, that last puzzle piece is always missing, in more ways than one. i feel you on that, girlfriend. good to see you posting, do more. =]
Wow. I really got this piece. I understand this longing for the 'puzzle piece' in my heart in a different way. You described the scene perfectly ranging from your chipped finger nail polish to "the deeper meaning of deepest gazes." I loved the first stanza. It captured me and forced me to read on, and I'm glad I did. Great job. -blt PS, Long time no see! Remember me?
on the on1e hand, the wholepiece and puzzle concept is a little cheesy, especially when used in the quest for love or acceptance, and on the other hand there are some very well written parts in this piece. i appreciate and empathise with its honesty. there is a slightly dirty edge to the beauty in this, much like the music of tricky. and it is effective. it says just enough and never too much, and you give no bull[censored] or over complication. but you know, a puzzle, a jigsaw,,, whatever. the last piece is always missing, and it should always be that way. who wants to know the answers to everything? the world would be the most ant climactic place if the answers were attainable.i dont do jigsaws because im not a sad old c.unt, but i can imagine that once it is finished, then that is it. a few seconds of satisfaction, and then back in the box and never to be touched again. thats kind of an unnerving feeling.