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.

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