a ragged little hand-me-down
a knotted ball of string
lots of broken pieces
of a copper clocky thing

the rain is coming down outside
her dress is ripped and torn
street cats scramble off to hide
while the wedding party morn

piano keys all broken
not a sound is heard
conversation felt not spoken
because sound would be absurd

a finger lifts her chin
to meet sparkling deep green eyes
in her he's found the twin
of his heart's mirror in disguise