We first found each other 

on the outskirts of a city made

for normalcy. 

The rigid, metallic buildings

shut their doors to us 

long ago,

The gates locked 

behind us 

long ago.

Faces that once 

stared and sneered

had long since forgotten 

our existence. 

But in the grey

lonely alley

we found each other. 

We came together

as broken

as breaking. 

Life had left us 

with only a

few pieces of 

ourselves.

Pieces held together 

by slithers of hope.

When we found 

each other

our lungs released

a sigh of relief. 

Knowing that

The hope had not

been a pointless 

dream after all. 

With our working 

parts

hands 

and fingertips

we held each other 

together. 

We held tightly

until 

our bodies had become

whole. 

Our muscles had become

strong.

Our hearts pumped 

life through our veins

and our eyes 

shone brightly 

with love

and courage.

And we knew that 

we had found

each other

to breathe

life back into

each other's lungs.