UNTITLED

Stroll the streets

Of a city scattered with scars.

No sacred place left

That doesn’t still pulse with a painful past.

Lines and lies and lion sighs

Living here in trying times

Too tame to wield such wild eyes.

But where were you when our dreams died?

KINTSUGI

I held my entire universe

In a small ceramic bowl,

Every bit of who I am

And everything I know.

I brought the bowl to you

To show you what I’d found,

Your clumsy hands, you dropped it,

And it shattered on the ground.

I cut my hands on jagged shards

But I glued the pieces together,

Scooped my universe back inside

And saw it had changed for the better.

Once all the mess was cleared away,

You finally came back

But all you had to say to me,

Was that you could see the cracks.