It seems you are a puzzle, dear
That I can’t quite complete.
I thought I had all the pieces, but
It seems I’m missing a few.

You’ve hidden them,
But I don’t mind.
Every time we talk,
I find another.

And now that I’ve completed
The edges —
I look forward
     to filling in the middle.

But let’s go slow,
Because I like you, and truth?
I only ever put puzzles together
So I can break them apart
         and slide the pieces
                               back in a box
                    for someone else.