I saw the missing parts of you:
your left hand, gone; one kidney, gone;
that tear in the flesh on your hamstring;
a section of your spine; the fire in your eyes,
struggling to keep ablaze,
but the fuel’s running low.
I saw all those missing parts in an instant.
You are broken but still standing.
I find you resplendent.
It is like looking at a mirror.
My reflection staring back at me.
It’s the first time I ever saw myself