Jigsaw

We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge Interlocked through a missing piece We are Renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework We are Siamese children related by the heart Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation Holding the word-scalpels on trembling lips Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today The problems always seem to be We're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies Forever repatriated on guilt-laden morning planes We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course