Kintsugi

Kintsugi.

I agonize some losses more than others. Because of this I ponder for what purpose loving is (at all) if, in the end, that which love creates must also be destroyed by it.’

Truly. To be empty—to remain in pieces, should seem a mercy in contrast. But as I am now, it has forged me.

Kintsugi.

Life reveals, that for every great loss that breaks, so does it gather back—lancing fragments together with the dearest experiences. It has increased my capacity for love, and so the suffering to contain it.

They are parts equal as they are everlasting. Beautiful companions are loss and love: deconstruction, renewal.

J.M.Liles ©️2024

[For Frank]