Trying to assemble themselves again,
Some with edges smoothened by love,
Some with edges jagged by pain.
Carrying in them thoughts half-formed,
Wishes and aspirations,
Some that perished, some that exist
In suspended animation.
Hope does try to mold them
So they fit like a puzzle, jigsaw;
Love does try to glue them together
And bond the edges raw.
We break into pieces
And then turn whole
Rearranging the pieces
Assuming a new role.