And what
Do I
Do with
The sand
Which was
Once my
Heart that
Now drips
Through my
Fingers how
Do I
Scoop it
Up gather
It form
It and
Place it
Back or
Do I
Build castles
And sit
Alone and
Recall times
When we
Built them
Together to
Ward off
Armies sit
With me
And play
Upon looking
At you
Broken I
See pieces
Scattered like
A mirror
Each fragment
Capable of
Reflection though
Shattered I’m
Certain that
You see
Me as
Incomplete too
A puzzle
Whose pieces
Have been
Lost Are
We not
Then imperfectly
Perfect for
Each other
I raised
A boy
Who was
Not my
Son I
Showed him
How to
Whittle and
Dream as
Clouds skated
By and
Swim in
Languid pools
And run
And to
Laugh at
Troubles and
Cry when
Hurt I
Think now
As I
Reflect we
Each turned
Each other
Into Men
I watched
A tree
Shed its
Leaves and
Wondered if
I let
Go of
You
Would parts
Of me
Fall and
Gather tripping
Me or
Be swept
Away by
The icy
Winds of
Spring laying
Me bare
And fresh
And new
And in
The mirror
We stood
Side by
Side and
There you
Said you
Are and
You are
Created by
The hand
Of God
Himself and
Speak words
As though
He said
Them Himself
