I cannot remember the date, the year, or season. Was it so long ago? I know it was more than three years ago. Together, two peas in a pod, as we have always been. Something happened, the platter was broken. The story untold.
We stopped at a thrift store, and the broken platter was on a table outside. Priced too high. But still I liked it, blue and white, like the New Mexico sky. It was badly repaired, hardened thick glue oozing out of the cracks, dried into place. I picked up the platter, even broken a real jewel. I asked, and sure enough, the people were appalled by the price on the tag, said it was wrong and quoted a price I could afford. The treasure was mine, little did I know it would foretell the future, our relationship would be broken just like the platter, badly repaired. And like Humpty Dumpty couldn’t be put back together again. The crack would always visible, no amount of gold would make it whole again.
New Mexico blue sky/white clouds
Broken into two
No amount of gold would do
Note: Like my platter, my Haiku was not perfect.