once broken,
now renewed,
the thought
of you
a place
where i take
refuge,
your seams,
my scars,
the legacy
of those
who loved us,
our victories
and defeats
slowly
converging,
our stories
merging
into one,
basking
in the winter
sun,
the pieces
of me
no longer
broken,
and all of me
at long last
whole,
a crackle jar
of ancient
beauty,
the mysteries
of life
no longer
seeming
to need answers,
and you,
beloved friend,
my hand in yours,
as we both
mend,
and life begins
again,
a song
of love
and joy
that never
end.
~Danielle Steel
