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Each heartbreak eroded my confidence, hope, and health.

The hole yawned ever deeper, strip-mined of its wealth.


Like it was left to scream at the sky,

Empty and silent, lost in time.


Megalithic earth-movers encircled, discarded in dust,

The desire for improvement exhausted and left to rust.


Like memories of lovers long-lost,

Distant, faded, and star-crossed.


Mighty metal arms mock this as weakness and point,

Their massive hydraulic muscles fused at the joint.


Like even their strength could have held us together,

Or glued wings to our backs, feather by feather.


Why do I dwell on colossal contraptions of shame?

Each a construct of missed opportunity and lingering pain.


Like remembering too late, forgotten promises,

Or waking alone from dreams of soft kisses.


Queue the architect, compass, ruler, and pen.

So sure of the design he won't look at the plan.


Like he knew exactly what he had to do,

To make sure this would all fall on me, instead of on you.


Please pardon our dust for just a tick more,

We're still picking the pieces up off of the floor.


Like a half-broken robot, program scrambled,

Assembling a semblance of life from fragments in shambles.