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The parts of the whole

that have been torn apart.

Pieces missing

but not lost.

Thoughts of cohesion

force the logic to comply.

Then join together

in a way only the comprehension

looks complete

but is fully unstable.

When you reveal too much –

too soon.

You tell things about yourself

because you think they are funny

or just wanting to talk.

Maybe, just maybe

you should let them talk instead.

When you think you have found Heaven

Only to discover

You heard wrong

and that there is Nothing Better.

One swish

and down goes the glass.

Water spilling everywhere.

Another swish flings the paper off the table.

A fork is the innocent bystander

caught in the tails next pass.

Oh, to be the animal

that can get away with such behaviour

simply because they are cute!

For the trauma caused.

For the memories tainted.

Because of the continuing difiiculties.

That manifests unexpectedly.

For making me into who I am today.

Because of the bitterness.

For the time lost.

There is still smoke in the air.

It stinks each time you step outside.

Yet, there is also the tang of promised rain.

Moisture to combat the dry hot days.

Rain is a much welcomed respite.

Time to dress in layers again.

Just in case.

Learning a new skill

means practicing

and being okay

with the mistakes made.

Nobody, is perfect

and that shows up

whenever your talents are exposed.

It helps if you like learning mew things as well

and not just try to tell others what you have already learned.

Sometimes your body will tell you

what it is missing.

If you are craving something specific

you might find yourself

eating a spoonful of Peanut Butter.

A craving for sweets might mean

just having some fruit.

Salty foods taste better, right?

Or in my case,

usually in winter,

my body wants the little bit of extra fat

and find myself guilty

of just eating one straight spoonful of mayonnaise.

Get off your high horse.

You’re opinionated stance is annoying.

Don’t you know how insufferable

The things you say are?

Yes,

But you don’t have to read my poems.

Tired.

Clean up time.

Without realizing

Hands begin to start

Putting the components away.

Laugh and say

This can be finished later.

Yet,

One more task.

Small things are done.

After this I’ll stop.

Keep going.

More things are cleaned up.

Then at the end,

Despite the exhaustion

Satisfaction envelops you

Because that is one less task for later.