Yes, a piece lingers still inside your heart
the past upon your rib, healed but ever true ever scarred
Yes, there’s a bit of her wove into your mind
memories carved into your membrane, distant but ever acute ever fine
Yes, you’ve loved already, loved fast, and loved hard
but no, I am not dismayed, delayed, insecure, or afraid
for its first passions , first wounds, and broken puzzles of which have made whom I know you are.
Indeed our pixels and parts have surely come undone
it was grit, it was mess, and it was hurt but its where we come from.
Freckle by freckle
I will count, I will listen, I will learn to see
the mystery of this complimentarity
the mystery of this you and me.
A new image, a new picture, a new promise for something better
Your soul to my soul
we fit here :
Your hand in my hand
we fit together.