of the room that was your heart
you catch the glimpse of something
shining beneath the rubble
Reaching for it with hopeful hands
you discover a polished silver frame
cradling an unblemished picture
of yourself at a much younger age
Red circle sled under one arm
trudging up a snowy hill
delight in your eyes
the curl of bliss upon your lips
And holding that perfect moment
between your blackened fingers
you realize -- it is enough
to rebuild this ravaged ruin
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