Two pieces of separate puzzles,

always kept within a glance.

You, the one whose never looked back.

I, the one stuck in a trance.

Time passes. Settings change.

Always finding our way back into stance.

Whether walking or talking

you capture me without giving me a chance.

Even after the sands have shifted,

and our bridge has long since burnt down.

Even after clouds have passed,

and in your mystery I drown.

We’ve always been two pieces

of separate puzzles.

Distanced by the multiple remains

of burnt bridges.

Forever stuck in this trance

unable to look back.