those pieces you gave me
so jagged, so bitter, so shocking,
and time faithful and patient,
and your heart time’s ally
and washing them in your tears
until they’ve become worn
and smooth, savory, building blocks
and yeah, badges of honor to a heart
broken and rising?
see how they fit inside me?
see that place with eyes all around
and ears attached to eyes
and hands cradling, treasuring,
and no mouth in sight?
see my heart welcome them,
they have joined my treasure room.
and written above the door they live in
is this word:
ima walk beside you
and carry them (you)
and give them back to you (them)
as you need to spend.
sometimes buying forgetfulness
sometimes buying remembrance