The Salvaging

I gather now, the fragments
of our relationship
scattered on the ground.
The storm has moved on
leaving behind a fretful calm
that says:
there will never be peace again.

Weather beaten, windblown
I wander -
picking random pieces
of love and laughter.
anger and frustration
despair and disappointment.

Weak and vulnerable
I lift me and gather me
to myself.
Shattered remnant of
fragile emotional outbursts
grate under my feet.
I gather them too -
lacing them together
into a semblance of order.

I'm recovering.