The Welder

I am broken.

S H A T T E R E D.

a million fragmented

heart-pieces are left

in trails behind me. He

follows ten steps back,

collect the pieces

like sea glass, packs

pockets full of soul-

shards. saves them

for later to create

something greater. He

builds,  a piece at a time,

my peace, a ring around

my finger that resembles

stained glass windows. He

welds it together with

lead. And I know I will

continue to break

but with him I will revel in

the breaking,

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