A poem by my ex

A brand new Lego set is splayed on the floor. Fluttering pages threaten calloused fingers as the reader flips through pages. The loose pieces clink together as delicate hands sift through them. The bright colors flash and blend together in the pile. Piece by piece the two finish their structure. Though some pieces are missing, and some are out of place, the structure is beautiful, and they are content. As it's lifted to its final place, one of the hands slip, and the structure falls to the floor. It crumbles apart. For a moment, the builders hold each other, then one speaks to the other. "That's okay. They're meant to be put together again."