Trust

We've had these pieces in a box somewhere for awhile
Kept silent by a layer of soft cotton
Locked away with a key long ago lost to time and mishandling

But if we could get at these pieces
Hold them once again in our hands
Would they really glisten as they did then?

Would the polished shine still reflect your awestruck eyes
The way it did when we first found them
Unbroken, not pieces but a whole

Though for now, I suppose,
We can pretend they are the same
For though they are locked away in pieces

In a different box, they are whole
Held between our clasped hands
A perfection within a perfection