Incomplete Connections

An unfinished puzzle rests silent, forlorn,

words scattered like memories, each one a thorn.

A pencil lies idle, half-written, half-true,

a snapshot of thoughts I couldn’t pursue.

The clues dance away like leaves in the wind,

a puzzle abandoned, where I once had grinned.

Each empty square taunts me, a challenge unmet,

my mind in a frenzy, a quiet regret.

Yet in this stillness, there’s something to find,

in words left unspoken, I’m drawn to rewind.

A puzzle of life that I can’t quite complete,

and still, in the gaps, I find comfort, bittersweet.