There is so much to say
But the words won’t come together
Still I scribble
In notebooks and margins
Wanting so much to say
To the two of you:
This is not about you
I hope one day
When you go looking
You’ll find answers.
Sometimes you can only see the whole picture
When you’ve found all the pieces of the puzzle.
Sometimes pieces are lost and it’s easy to imagine
To fill in the blanks with stories