He was the fire, restless and wild, and you were like a moth to that flame.

A chaste kiss
an apology
No words, but each knows what the other means
"I'm sorry it's been so hard."
"I'm sorry I made it that way."
The routine
a spring cleaning
for the soul
clear away the cobwebs
that start collecting in December
Or November
with a kiss of understanding
a reminder that we fit
together
Two halves of one heart
Broken
time and time again, but
worn down in the middle
smooth
each piece used to the other
Home again.