Our love was perhaps a puzzle.
We could not figure it out.
We were so busy with solving the puzzle we perhaps lost some of the most important pieces.
And now all we are is an incomplete puzzle,
An unanswered question,
A mismatched color combination,
A riddle without a solution,
A mystery left untouched,
An elusive enigma,
A conundrum in the shadows.
Perhaps we are everything but complete.
And,
We are everywhere but yet not together.
~J.S
