They told me you were hard to puzzle out,
a riddle wrapped in a conundrum.
Like an onion, I would have to peel back the layers
to find what you really were beneath.
In reality,
your smile was so open,
I walked in uninvited.
They told me you were hard to puzzle out,
a riddle wrapped in a conundrum.
Like an onion, I would have to peel back the layers
to find what you really were beneath.
In reality,
your smile was so open,
I walked in uninvited.
I’ve kept all the pieces of you that I could find.
Stored them safely,
wrapped away
in a box somewhere hidden and warm,
until I can remember how the puzzle goes
and slot you back into yourself,
a little more fragile perhaps
but whole again.
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