Incomplete Thoughts

Pencil pressed lightly, the paper stained,

a crossword lingers where silence has reigned.

Clues half-glimpsed, like dreams in the mist,

a coffee cup rests, stains a twist.

Each box a promise, words left unsaid,

a jigsaw of thoughts, where I’d rather tread,

somewhere between the ink and the grind,

a testament to what slips from my mind.

Frayed edges of focus, fading away,

a puzzle abandoned on a dull gray day.