Madi Bonebright Puzzled

MadiBonebright

Puzzled

I don’t know how to write a love poem for you. In putting together this complex, million-piece puzzle, I’m stuck on where to start, the corner, the edge, the middle, never. How could I construct you, every piece, quirk, tic, mannerism, each is a piece, a sharp and beautiful piece of you, the puzzle I could only aspire to complete in this too short lifetime with you. I’m stuck staring at the reference, the printed picture on the box, put together perfectly, hiding the seams I wish would jump out at me and show the alignments so I’d be able to pick them apart and cherish each individual piece, the fit of the edge, how it builds and how it cuts to create the confusing, amazing, mesmerizing, picture of you.