And A Month Into It

He left patches,

And i have…

Four pieces i need to connect

To lace up my disconnect

With two pieces,

Velcro, nearly new—

A name, an insignia, our two.

We thought it’d been laced up,

A decade ago,

But it fused black marks,

Spots filled in that heart,

So dark—

Forever dark, but warranting

Spacious endeavors into

Complimentary sport.