kintsugi: a philosophy of mending

by H Mosforth

Nails on a chalk board
our broken edges meet
the conversation grinding
our first in while.

No sorry is enough
for a stab in the back
the splintering hurt
and the shards in our sides.

Time sandpapers smooth
the roughness between us
leaving only the fault lines
our history of breaking.

If wishful thoughts
could bring us together
we’d be golden-seamed
a second time.

H Mosforth | @Htty_mo
H is a casual writer and serious reader based in the Cotswolds, often found carrying too many books.