Jigsaw

Nothing has changed.
I can still spy the church spire,
from the garden seat.
The ivy still grows
Along aged walls.
The hours are still enclosed,
like pieces of a daily
jiqsaw puzzle.
But one piece has gone.
And no longer can
I solve the puzzle.
So I sit and think:
try to remember your face.

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