Breathe

Did you notice the silver gold

flecks? Like paint chips,

glitter, or confetti

thrown after a graduation,

dancing on the breeze,

.

blown through the lawn,

the entry,

into the hallway?

.

The race was run,

the challenge met,

we are here now.

.

At the end

of all old things,

the after party

is finally here.

.

I am not so broken

as I was.

.

Those silver gold flecks

are the places your hands

touched my heart

with your finger tips.

.

The seams of silver

in the cracks,

are where you glued my soul

back together. Fingers

.

dragging on the bleeding

edge. The bond,

sealed by a pin prick

of your blood

to my wound.

.

the mechanism is tight,

the heart, the soul,

they were rebuilt well.

The engineering will stand

the burning days

of a poet's life.

.

I will thank you every day

I will ever breathe.