Piece By Piece

Street art and two girls having lunch chatting.

Remember that day when we met on a Monday and it rained.
And I was depressed, full of anger, but you, full of hope, you never complained.
And to me the world seemed so grey, so bleak.
You held my hand so tightly, you just let me speak.


Then piece by piece you put it all back together.
Happiness isn’t about money or weather.
It’s about intangible feelings, love and contentment.
Leaving the past where it is, letting go of resentment.
Then we laughed and you said “let’s get some chips”
Just like we used to when we were just kids.
We dined in such splendour, the chips were my treat.
Giving thanks by the goddess at the end of the street.

Photo by Philip Allen 🙏