i’d be a snowflake

you cut me out
like the unwanted
scraps
that flutter from a
paper snowflake
you were armed with blunt scissors,
sickening sweetly
lying me,
leading me to a sharp edge
he, just as gently,
swept those scraps off the table,
with a warm hand
swept me out of your lives
you kept your delicate
unity
you adorned it with diamonds
when it began to rust
but i’ve taken my scraps
and made my own beauty
enough small pieces held together
with awkward tape and glue can form
something complete, something
new