One hears a lot that shattered glass could never be fixed
Not without visible scars, swollen veins
And a vulnerable despondency
Unable to carry the weight it used to handle
When it was whole
What is it, then, that draws even closer, two hearts severed
By time
And ruction
When they find each other again in the gust of living
Is the fear of falling apart the best remedy for the cracks in a construction ?
When the ridge in between is deemed a vile enemy
And the sides of a crack pine with remorse and desire
A strange, strange business, human affection is.