Cold and wet my pretty pet?
Weak and alone needs a hug.
I’ll give you my star,
For a ride in your car.
Your abyss, I’ll fill with love.

Bitter wounds and gaping holes,
Surely have jigsaw sides,
So maybe, just maybe,
By some chance or fate,
Our jigsaws were meant to collide.

And you know me, know how I am,
Lacking in some inner core.
If we let be, maybe we’ll see,
That you are my polyfilla.
And I? I’m yours


Accompanying artwork ‘Forging a New Path’ Copyright KMN.