Poetry

Sliding Puzzles

When you slice an apple down the middle,

it splits clean into halves.

But the tang of its flavour can linger for hours.

 

When a room is reshuffled

to accommodate one person instead of two,

using the space to its full potential,

still the ghosts of memories surface

when you least expect it.

 

A promise of constant,

when what was needed to move the rain

was change,

however painful

the adjustment might have been.