Missing
Did my words tire you out
Were my actions too loud
Was my love not as soft as you wanted
Since the first moonlight you knew the jigsaw wasn’t bonded
But you still picked it up and glued the pieces down
Just to throw it away because the missing piece would always pronoun
Copyright © Ali Tse | Year Posted 2023
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