Kintsugi Heart

A delicate red heart

of yours 

has a slight split

that resembles our initials

Yesterday I slid the right half

Today you slide the left

Did I slide it enough?

If not, let me know—

I’ll slide it a bit more

Slowly the pieces

learn to come together

We’ll nudge it again

tomorrow

until it finds its pace

Fill the crack with gold—

no longer a broken heart

but a kintsugi heart

teaching us both