Parts Poem by Ron Willis

Parts



collected

pictures of pieces of you mixed
with an empty room, crisp white sheets,

I should be able
like a puzzle
to put you back together,

but it's
the missing parts,
the missing parts,
that matter

if i'm ever
going to step
inside,
just inside the door.

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