“Picking Up the Pieces” by James L. Jones, Jr.


It was visited upon me
in my early twenties—
the breakdown, that is—
as a result
of some very unfortunate circumstances
concerning a relationship
I had with a certain girl,
and it seemed
back then
as if my whole world fell apart
with one fell swoop
when she said,
"It's over!"
and yet I am much older
now,
and more than a decade has passed,
and I am
still
picking up the pieces
of my intricate, jigsaw, puzzle-world
that she so recklessly scattered about,
and I have been left
to reassemble the infinite pieces,
one by one,
with each poem that I write,
desperately trying to find out why,
but the pieces just don’t seem to fit anymore.