Little Mouth Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The jigsaw
of us

has come apart

scattered I am
searching hopelessly

for a fragment
of a smile

finding only
a fragment of heavy rain

here a fragment of words
that can not be spoken

here a fragment of thought
caught like a cloud in a tree

there a fragment of how
we used to be

snagged like a moon
upon a hill

I am unable
to fill up
(the spaces)
between us

you(as always)
the lost last

missing piece
of it all.

Only my fingers
tentatively touch

what remains

as if they weren't mine

as if they belonged to a someone
who is someone else

the deep groove
left by my ring

like a little mouth
laughing up at me.