In the back of the cupboard I found it

In the back of the cupboard, I found it,

the coaster, neatly split.

Months later, still,

the pattern on each half

lines up perfect. A floral vine

that never missed a beat,

didn't fray, didn't bleed.

Just snapped. Two halves, same color,

same thickness. No jagged edges,

no splintered mess. Just a clean break.

And everything, still, looked whole.