Jigsaw
Puzzle
Dia
Rude
10th Grade
Roseau
I tremble
uncontrollably.
It is like looking in
a mirror.
We both have the same question.
As lightening illuminates the
puddles around us,
the rain falls, making music
with the strong beats of our hearts.
A window in my house flashes on.
I swallow hard and
lean in.
You follow. We kiss.
I smile as you turn
and
run out to your car
almost trying to
splash in
every puddle possible.
You and I are two separate
unfinished works of
art.
The joining of our
lips
was the jigsaw puzzle
that completed us.