The Vase.

the million dollar vase was dropped,
only two years old.
it was carved and carefully propped,
but now it's fate is sold.
the artist tries and tries again,
trying to fix this broken magic.
but he will never make amends,
it was just too tragic.
he tilts his head down to the floor,
trying to hide his shame.
for all he got and so much more,
will never be the same.
but later that day, the artist found
a way to make it better.
he pondered, pondered, pondered, frowned.
he had to find his shelter.
he found her waiting at his door,
on that rainy day,
"I don't want to be alone anymore."
that was all she had to say.
he wrapped his arms around her,
his broken vase was mended
and all that he knew was sure
his heart was no longer dented.