Piecing a Jigsaw Puzzle Apart

[David Brown]

Pressed up against the window with an air duct beneath my bare toes,

My mind can't forget what my heart knows.

My mind can't forget where my heart goes.

 

I thought that I forgot.

 

My breath collects against the window, but my palm leaves behind the only mark.

My best intentions condense before me.

I still have one hand free, but neither one can reach.

[David Brown]

very true, ms angela. glad to hear from you.

[Angela]

Excellent image, both emotional and physical.  "I thought that I forgot" was most moving; memory is sneaky and mean at times.

[David Brown]

thank you, all. i am glad you liked it. yes, there is a melody. i had spent the morning listening to Your Family Album and looking out my south-facing windows.

[Teresa]

What Paul said.  Yes, this sings.

[Paul de Denus]

This sounds like a melody goes with it.

[Jeanette Cheezum]

This heartfelt poem surprised me at the end.