Enigma

He left before She had the chance to speak

His voice trailed after Him like the melancholy whispers of the wind

“When will you stop running away”

An enigma.

A puzzle.

and He was made of them

He was an enigma begging to be solved

a jigsaw longing to be pieced back together

and nothing could deter Her from completing the puzzle

but everything He said

and everything He did,

came to Her as an unsolvable riddle

Reviews

[Jane M.]

This is so beautifully written!