Unforgotten

O dear friend of mine,
Have you no love to heal your soul?
You, shattered glass, you, priceless piece of art,
Have you no reason to seek refuge?
To find shelter in time of whirl and wind,
To know beauty in your true colors within,
O how I'd solve the puzzle if your pieces were of the same room,
O how I'd pick up the pieces if mine weren't already tethered and torn.
O fellow acquaintance,
Our dispersing connection has revealed to foredoom,
 Though I pray for your cease in self-destruction,
Needlessly I fret demons have pursued your demolition date.
 An ode to you, unforgotten soul, 
The Lord welcomes you home,
And in His embracing arms you find what you've been searching for; 
The missing pieces to all your puzzles;
The looking glass to which your love is found.