An Unfinished Puzzle is Like an Unfinished Love Affair

a haiku about heartache

By R.C. TaylorPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

how could I know that

in my sleep I was puzzle

piece calling you near?

I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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Written by R.C. Taylor