Jigsaw

You were freezing cold bones

Left rigid

Skeletal scaffolding

Only there to hold me up

You couldn’t move me

Or build stuff

Just support

That wasn’t enough

You were acid

Through a paper cup

That burned the skin

That only wanted to touch

Only wanted to feel

Connected

You were concrete

Poured over flat feet

Size eleven and a half

Going nowhere

Planted

Granted no access

To the beauty

Except a three sixty

Of the room you left me in

That smells of gin

And left over pizza

Where you tried after the fact

Seduction

Matter of fact

Protection

Kicked in

We were a jigsaw with missing pieces

Unfinished

Unsolvable

Old fashioned

Destined not to last

Destined for the trash

Bound by boredom

Found by Autumn

Over by Winter