Love and pieces …. by Jude Itakali
Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.”
Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in pieces
Oh the hand that waits but never reaches!
When wisdom is cruel and love is tough
Is it wrong to save thee for me?
For kindness to be a selfish deed?
When ‘my’ is ‘our’, and self becomes a curse.
Once I held the hand that made my puzzle whole
Thefingers that curved and lips that smoothed my…
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