A Love Story in Pantoum

We built a relationship from nothing, cobbling together a life from your pots and pans, my plates and mugs.

Cobbling together a life like we were designing something indestructible. My plates and mugs breaking beneath the pressure.

Like we were designing something indestructible without comparing notes, forging ahead, breaking beneath the pressure because we didn’t start with the foundation.

Without comparing notes, forging ahead, we went in different directions because we didn’t start with the foundation. We cobbled together something new.

We went in different directions—I wanted to leave and try again with someone else. We cobbled together something new, something unsteady, at odd angles.

Gave up glass and ceramic to become plastic in hopes of weathering more together. Something unsteady, at odd angles, will never stand as sturdy as something forged together.

We built a relationship from nothing.