Everyone wants to be whole.

Knowing that hearts is a shipwreck,

it can be scattered, but not beyond repair.

It needs to find its pieces, one by one,

so that maybe, someday, The ship sail again.

Every time I meet someone,

it’s either a plus one or a minus one.

They either stay and become part of my patchwork,

or they take something with them when they go.

Some leave quietly with pieces I didn’t know I was offering.

Some arrive loudly, and suddenly, I feel complete.

But always, it’s a trade. Always, it changes me.

And all I’ve ever wanted was to float steady,

Giving in to the waves, to get to where I must be.