My mind now when I think of you
Is like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle
Where all the pieces are jumbled up
Where it takes time to fit all the pieces
Back in the right places.
And even when the puzzle is complete
It does not take long before all the pieces
Become jumbled up again.
But each time I put the pieces together again
A little bit more of my heart is cut away
Never to be repaired again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem