We fit together
like two puzzling pieces
in a bigger art

how did we end up
together with our edges
smoothed and locked in place

do we really fit
a portrait of completeness
lacking symmetry

unlike images
framed to showcase perfection
pieces glued in place

we have been bonded
in aging years of trouble
an age fused friction

to pull us apart
would tear at fibrous union
leaving neither true

could be both of us
incomplete wanting to try
one whole from two lacks

I'm content to stay
if broken but together
inseparable