it was cold
the sky cried
and inwardly,
i was parallel

but then the warmth
back to front
heart to heart
mind to mind
infiltrated me

lace against heathered grey
with a subtle hint of longing
and an even bigger
overshadowing
of need

not knowing what we wanted
or what we needed
awkwardly standing
as the tears began to cease
inside, outside

standing on sacred ground
for two purposes
lower, pushing forward
upper, pushing back
aligned with ease

it was a perfect fit
still is, to be honest
but the puzzle pieces get lost
in life and in strife
and come together
but once every turn of the days

but when the puzzle is finished
the tears will drench it
the warmth will break it down
and the hearts
for once
will be whole