I’m standing here on this bridge watching you
as I attempt to explain
how I’ve been searching myself for
the traces
of puzzle shapes, so I can pluck each one
out from the whole and analyse it.
My traits; behaviours over the years.
When I look at them individually, it starts to make sense.
The way I am me is quite different to the way you are you.
When we approached this bridge,
it made you smile when I leapt onto it, running.
Placing myself here is hard, but it is the right thing to do.
I know you see me clearly
whether my pieces show or not.
But it would be nice, just for once, if others did the same.
Treeshallow Musings 