One is a carer,
a mender of hearts.
A rock to cling to;
Wise and generous.

One is a loner,
forever outside.
Fey and aloof,
He stands apart.

This One is a joker,
sarcastic and wry,
witty and glib.
He gives away smiles.

Another is darkness;
an empty glass.
He broods over shadows,
cloaked in shame.

There is one that was love,
so much to give,
but going to waste.
Crippled, broken,
He stands alone.

Parts of a whole,
drawn together
to fill a hole
that used to be me.

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