She walked through life with broken pieces scattering about
Ernest effort spent on picking up and gluing them like mosaic art
She looked at her completed work
Imperfection was such a sad beauty
brought about heart wrenching sobs

There was a skilled restorer
living through the same heartache
unable to repair his own brokenness
sending out vibration like telepathic codes
searching for his perfection which
he found in a pile of her best effort art pieces

When their souls mirrored one another
and collided at a crashing speed
They felt whole at once in each other’s embrace