Sometimes I rummage my memory
searching for words I never knew.
I don't find what I look for,
it's always the wrong metaphor that meets my senses.
So I collect what's available and join them
like puzzle pieces, into my own poetry.
My poems are all done of Kintsugi of my smiles.
I shake and stir my mind, looking for perfect tunes,
but everything seems off key.
So I gather one note over another, stack them up,
and create my own symphony.
My music is made of Kintsugi of my past lost tunes.
I sneak peek into my life, and realize
it's as chaotic as me, all over the place.
I collect now's like pebbles and make one memory after another,
wondering when my forever will be complete.
But when I leave a memory complete,
it bids me goodbye, saying forever is a myth,
it's us that live forevers, dreaming of it.
So I just perform Kintsugi on seconds I pick on the way
and they look like roads under construction-
breakable, yet sturdy.