Our love is a mess

Thrown in a bin of

Bargain prices,

For people to pick through

And find the pieces

They want.

Our love is shattered

Like glass

On the rocks

Waiting on the tide to roll in and

Take the pieces it can.

We are bruised and battered

Through our life

And yet

There is something

That remains

Like a grain of sand

Or seed to be planted.

So, we hold on,

Waiting

On the universe to

Show us

The way.