Begins with broken words,
Scattered pieces of her heart,
Joining shard to shard,
Begins to hum a half-forgotten tune,
Swaying, almost dancing as she works,
Hears another voice join in,
Stranger hands her
A piece that fits,
She accepts with
A smile,
And soon,
Her heart is completed again
And can hold the words
Which will become poetry,
And they both smile.
Donovan Baldwin
Truly lovely.