NEW POETIC ORDER

There is a way to fix objects,

Broken ones,

Most of the time we go for substances,

For most objects it works, very well,

But for broken hearts… no,

The substances just melt away

The fragile pieces,

And then there’s nothing to fix,

There’s nothing.

I’ve learned that…

By thinking you were the substance I needed

To glue this broken object of mine together.

I still think you are.