Puzzle without a Picture
There was a man
old in his age
He sat upon a bench
Head in his hands
he shrugged off the warmth
of the sun
he once found plesant
A woman, young,
did come to pass
and took notice of her neighbor
"Excuse me, Sir
Why hide your face
on a day as beautiful
as this?"
"Im sorry, Miss,
you misunderstand
Today is not a day
of beauty You see
Ive lost myself
Ive gone away
So now I feel quite useless"
"Im sorry to hear this,
My Gentle Man,
but surely you will find you"
"No, Miss, Im gone
and I wont be back
until Im buried with her
You see my friend
was the best a man
could ever ask for
She was in me
and I in her
and now without her
I am nothing
For with an incomplete man
there is no purpose in him living
Its a puzzle with no picture
or a song without a tune
Just a constant mix of
noise and sound
An earsore to all others
So what other purpose
do I have than to sit here
with my head in my hands?"
The woman sat and stared
at a speck of dusk
on her skirt
not realizing it was there
Just staring
Hand on his back
comforting
questioning
"My Gentle Man?"
She spoke so soft,
"I know not love
Does it destroy you now?"
"No young child
Love knows not destruction
It only grows"
The man stood
leaving her hand to trail
the air and land
softly by her side
Eyes to the horizon
he looked passed her
"My Dear
Live your life
Take down your hair
For it is the absense of the love
you once knew
that causes the destruction"
Eyes still set
firmly on her skirt
not comprehending her sight
just her thoughts
just her heart
She let loose her hairbun
"Where are you going?
May I walk with you?"
"No" he whispered,
"I must go find myself."