the dancing cherubs laughed as i tried to weigh a soul. even though it was adorned with comforting bracelets, rings, and necklaces, it kept slipping through my hands. it wrapped around me as if created by the most perfectly whimsical bubble blowing wand. i could have sworn it was once owned by cupid or maybe it was a fairy gift that made it all happen. i had yet to learn that i had been given a giant love token by a soul that was made of treasures.

something snapped and i was with my most loyal friend who had four legs and was trying to fill up my heart that had been shattered when she left. the memorial coins, the forget me not seeds, the paw print tins - they all helped to heal, but there is nothing like a perrfect soul to touch. i will never be the same - i hope she has made me better.

“a heart cracked, torn and even a bit broken creates character”
- h. dumpty