jigsaw
by Susan

E-mail: touchstone98@tx.rr.com
Classification: prose thingie
References: The Truth, I Want to Believe
Rating: G
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Disclaimer: On paper, these characters aren't mine. 
In my head, they are.

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Summary:  things were more complicated then
          and yet so much simpler


~~~

the stars above him
he sits on the porch alone
ponders the pieces of his life that no longer fit

things were more complicated then
and yet so much simpler

work eighty hours a week
sleep on the couch with the television on
keep only the bare essentials in his refrigerator

he still misses it sometimes

misses the last minute flights in the middle of the night
misses the distinctive curve in her eyebrow
as he tries to convince her that the perpetrator 
was indeed a man who could walk through walls

and yet 
it feels like the pieces he has now 
fit together more easily than they ever have 
 
it was so hard those first few years 
a different city a different motel every night 
and the pain of missing their son 
 
and then there were the years after that 
watching her go back to work without him 
while he stayed hidden away  
in his cluttered room 
of books and newspaper clippings 
 
but now it's different 
he's different 
 
he still enjoys a good debate 
still believes that the truth is out there
and that someday he'll see his son again
 
but they're with each other completely now 
and that's all he needs 
 
and although there are still nights like these 
when he sits beneath the stars 
and ponders how the pieces fit together the way they do
he is certain of one thing 
 
the puzzle isn't finished yet 
 
 
 
~end~ 
 
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Originally posted July 2009.