I found you, in the corner where all my sorrows amass,
while I lay on the floor, drenched in the blood of a million wars.
I found you, while I was breaking down into pieces of coloured glass,
spread across the dark skies devoid of the charm of stars.

I found you on a night when my alley was filled with the dead,
while chilly winds froze the memories of everything that was precious.
I found on a Sunday evening when it was raining over my bed,
condemning me to the bottom of the pit leaving me breathless.

I found you hitchhiking on my road to my eventual oblivion,
a destination which was supposed to be my only paradise.
I found you sleep walking into my dreams of pain and poison,
caring not for the tempest that anything touches eventually dies.

I found you when time had stopped making any meaning,
insignificant like grains of sand that fills up the lungs during a desert storm.
I found you while I was choking on all of society’s judgements and weening,
glaring at the naked sun to burn out the thoughts of love that swarms.

I found you, because you wanted to be found.
I found you because I wanted to find you.
I found you not because it was chance or God giving me a shot at life.
I found you because it is what love does to those who have lost their way.
I found you because, it is what two broken people do to love.