You found me,
When I was finding myself,
Shortly after what felt like forever,
Falling from the shelf.
Just like a picture frame,
Moments from the past,
Shattering before you,
All the joys you've amassed.
But as I collected the pieces,
I found one, familiar but not known.
It fit somehow,
it felt like home.
Because of you,
I'm creating a work of art,
So one day I can show you,
Just how you've mended,
This man's broken heart.