u n g r a t e f u l

you promised
you’d save me,

as you picked up
my broken pieces,

and laid them out
like a jigsaw puzzle,

each one
almost in place,

except for
the idle air between them,

and then you did
join them together

one by one
with all the tenderness,

that only you
the mastercrafter had,

put me back
on the mantle again,

only for the new me
to see you leave,

call me ungrateful
for all that it is worth,

but expectations are natural
even for the broken,

you mended me to live
and now in your absence,

the fragrance
of your glue,

and every moment,

kills me
again, and again.



c r a c k e d

seep in through
the cracks slowly,

just enough
to fill the gaps,

like streaks of lightning
mark your presence,

in these voids
which were absent once,

broken is redundant
the world has taught,

the damaged can always
still be repaired,

the form remains
complete in shadows,

its sunlight
which bares the painful cracks,

the paradox
of what is complete,
and who completes who,

is beyond the comprehension
of a simple heart,

so seep in through
these cracks slowly,

just enough
to bridge the gaps.