Lately Part 2.
The bits don`t fit anymore.
The calls are response driven,
Knee-jerk almost.
Not instinctive now.
I still like you,
And that makes it difficult.
Can see why we were a unit,
But also,
The mechanics of a puzzle are now
Flawed by absence.
I feel i am teetering on near resentment,
Drifting into a decayed death.
The bits do not fit anymore.
I carry on in a busy relentless despair,
Of a self-motivated recovery.
Wishing you were still in my life,
And not a fading memory.
poem by Peter Vealey
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