Imperfect

Imperfect Poem

You are a perfectly

imperfect fitting glove,

and this is why you are no simple,

ordinary love.

.

You are an authentic work

of unusually abstract art;

for this reason, alone, you have bound me

to your heart.

.

The intriguingly obtuse oddity

of contrast built into your core

was not put there for me to resist,

and so easily ignore.

.

Your behavior leaves me forever wondering

and disturbingly perplexed;

Thus, I am continually working overtime

to unravel its weird, off-beat context.

.

You nonchalantly tie up buttons,

as you habitually snap on the lace;

and, rowing your car hurriedly to the finish line,

you yearn somberly for fifth place.

.

Like a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle

with a piece always missing (or maybe more),

you remain wholly unsolvable;

so, never will I walk away, or wander out the front door.

.

Imperfect

 

Imperfect Poem

Tamara Yancosky

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