We fit like puzzle pieces
All flat edged in places
Bowed out in others
Concave in sections
Roughly shoved together
That predictable reaction
With its ebbs and flows
Now we are at even tide
As stagnant as still water
Buoyant like white sand
Pressed flatly together
Breathing shallow and rushed
Braced for a new beginning
An ending of sorts
Wrapped up in irony
Finding solace in pain
Wedged into a mold
That we have outgrown
Still stretching.
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