Train Wrecks

Broken hearts still manage to beat. Even for the likes of us. We the used and abused, discarded and forgotten. We the sordid lovers measured as lesser beasts. Just misfits on the puzzle room floor. 

I knew from word one that you were damaged like me. 

I recognized the wounds hidden behind your smile.

Here we were just two train wrecks on separate tracks rusting with age, just rotting husks of destructions. Alone. We were just the forgotten remnants, the unattended aftermath blistering under an uncaring sun. 

Destined to deteriorate, destined to decay. Abandoned.

Now salvation lives on in our salvaging. Our wrecks now being hitched on a single run. Now we are pooling our broken pieces together to form a single structural mass of metal using our new formed flame to forge a single heart comprised of cast iron, resilient and strong, to beat hard enough to fill us both. We these lesser beasts no longer burden with the emptiness of our abandonment.

Broken hearts still manage to beat. Thankfully. Gratefully.