Puzzle pieces that fit but separated by a box.
While one’s stuck inside the walls.
The other waits outside (im)patiently
waiting for the One to jump out.
But these walls have a magic
of their own with nostalgic charms
that keep the One within its hold,
a false sense of safety.
Hell-bent to stay safe,
the One is missing out on its Other
because it takes a lot
to break out of the past.
They talk, they laugh, they plan
outings in the near future.
The Other still hopes the box
lets the One out, soon, someday.
Hope is a player of sly tricks.
Keeps two of a kind
hoping in different directions
while they’re headed in the same.
Such is life for these
Two pieces of one
puzzle, misplaced in time.
A fruit and its Jam.