find one with enough
right fits
be happy.

The mended
the healed
the never wrecked
look like angels
to us.

Brokens dream of wholes
of having one
even more than
being.

She is out there
whole
walking in the world
unbroken

Joyful, smiling
goodness trails like
faery dust

but

the face of wholeness
never sees
in a broken the eyes of
a lover.