Assembling The Pieces Poem by Meredith Fahey

We let go of dark secrets
They tumble out
Of our mouths
And bump along the subway track.
More junk layered on
Dirty broken souls around
Us, who don’t hear or notice.
We are blind to them though.
We become lost in our closeness
And I connect the dots of your soul
And begin to understand, a little bit more
About the cracked and battered life
Inside the shell of a man
Sitting next to me
In a red and gray jacket
And leather gloves
And an open heart I’ve never seen before
It washes over me
Quiets the sounds of the city, of my
Thumping heart and lulls me to rest
Against your shoulder
To know you, to really know you
Is all I want
And each piece brings more peace to me

(3/12/05)