this puzzle
of you, so many
pieces scattered.
the tiles tipped
over, some blank,
some impossible
to ever use with
the board so
full, the night
so long. your
short words are
nice and tender,
and your long
answers are
full of vowels
that wander
searching for
a higher score,
some meaningful
way to say the things
you feel. this
game, i admit,
is hard. let's
start over again
but this time,
not keep score.
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