Puzzle Pieces | Poems that Suck

"We fit together... like puzzle pieces!"
  and so we did; I a piece of brooding sky
    and you the sunlit meadow, meeting at the
      kiss of the horizon. 

Somehow we fit - no matter if we
 were standing, laying, dancing, 
  fucking, kissing... we just 
   fit together. It just worked
     out that way.

Once complete, however, a puzzle
 is broken apart and stored away...

Now I'm lost, searching for
 the ground that meets my sky, 
  connecting me to the larger picture
   in a sea of misaligned and ill fitting
     pieces. 

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