My missing piece

My heart, shattered,

scattered, and fragments of

what used to be whole.

Now unrecognizable around me.

.

My spirit, crushed,

trampled and stepped on,

now only a shadow of what once was.

Dejected and rejected by everyone before.

.

Then,

You called my name.

My head tipped up to see you,

collecting the pieces on the ground.

.

You picked up the pieces

and held them close.

It took time,

You were patient with my delicate spirit.

.

Taking pieces from your own broken heart,

I watched the gentle movement of your hands.

You fitted your shattered heart

to the shards of mine.

.

Our past, though broken and long,

was needed for us to fit.

For my heart to complete yours

and you to complete mine.