Look at the pair of us…
weathered architecture.
You, my girl.
Me, your boy.
Loss in our skin.
Time in our posture.
Heartbreak in the blood.
History in the veins.
When we last knew each other
we were children…
untamed by it.
Now, forged by rupture.
We move again
across the board we built
from blood and years,
reset, rebuilt…
no overture.
My Kintsugi Queen…
not strength.
Just the quiet repair
of fracture
learning its new structure.
Sometimes
it only needs
a whisper
to outlast the vulture
and remind
what’s already there.
-UpsilonA
Lovely 😻
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