Kintsugi
Even entering the museum of our life together, I am
drawn by the memory of each gift, each apology that once mended a fight or
misunderstanding and made us stronger.
I sit in the tall-backed armchair, so old and
well-used the leather had scuffed and cracked in the place he had always sat in
that room. The chair was the one thing he never gave to me or allowed me to
use. From there I could see our broken life.
Kintsugi: the Japanese art of mending cracked pots
with gold.
There is no gold left to mend this last break.
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