Torn like forgotten old
musical notes.

Left alone to bleed out
the saddest of melodies
from my veins.

The world was getting
heavy and the lights
began to dim. I stopped
eating and became little
and thin.

Waiting for someone to
pass by and fix me
before I die.

Waiting for the sunshine
to shine on my soul.

I shut my eyes and saw
a man wearing red
walking towards
me.

He had scotch tape and
a bag that read the word
"Love" on it.

He picked me up and
dusted me off.

Sat me on his lap and
made me rest on his
chest.

And began to play gently
on the old broken piano
keys a song that he
claimed was
dedicated
for me.

I thought this was all
a dream.

I couldn't believe that
this was happening
to me.

To be loved and healed.
To have a man who
glued my notes.  

And weaved the best
of melodies all over
my skin and bones.

And most of all to finally
not have to deal with
this life and mad
world on my
own* ~