Getting By REMIX

I know that you’ve stopped. 

You’ve started too. 

It’s like your life was huge, 

A 1000 piece puzzle, 

And then you mixed that puzzle 

With another one 

10,000 pieces this time

And you have to weed out the old puzzle’s pieces 

And make room for the new one's 

I was part of the old one.

 

But maybe I was a sky piece, 

And there are still lots of sky pieces left, 

And you see them and you think of me. 

Maybe that’s why you tried to kiss me 

In the woods last Thursday. 

Maybe I didn’t let you because 

I know that I’ll never fit right.

I think some of us are rigid like that, 

With distinct edges that things fall into flawlessly. 

I, though, am more air-brushed

Than drawn with a pen. 

Maybe I’m not a puzzle. 

Maybe I’m more of a Scrabble game. 

You can rearrange those letters 

Into a million different words. 

Some are better than others, 

Especially ones that land on Triple Word Score

Or something, 

But they all have potential. 

I wish I was part of your puzzle. 

There’s still room for you in my game.