My Jigsaw Love

it shatters into a million little pieces
but in the end, they all belong to each other.

it's been two weeks in this new house.

i've been lying on my bed, taking in the smell, the air that fills this place.

first it smelt like dust and emptiness.

right now it smells like cigarettes, faded perfume and chocolate cake.

i wonder what it'll smell like next week.