by the time we met

i was already broken

a thousand pieces

scattered round the world

like so much garbage

among the detritus

were some damn fine things

like

shreds of hope

bouquets of trust

boxes of wonder 

jars of light and joy

winds of change-

the same kind I’d already

weathered early on-

it pulled those pieces 

off the laundry line

where i was airing things out

planning to put them back in use

after cleaning off the

lies and betrayals

i’m on the hunt now

tracking down the things

that used to be mine

welding them back to my heart

and breathing life into them again.

again.

again.

by the time we met

i was already broken.