Paint, metal, ever lasting ink
Come together
Fall apart
Means to an end
Skin, bone, blood
Life.
Wanting to be held!
This is how I see my world
Giver of life
Bringer of death
Source of beauty

Many parts
Many clones
All the same
All vastly different
This thing I was born with
Lucky to have
Taken for granted
Precious life, kept here.
Holder of hearts
Keeper of souls

A gift all my own
used
abused
Loved?
Scared
Never to truly know
Are you happy
being with me?
Or should I be kinder
Questions? Questions? Questions?
More than a tool
You keep his memory alive
You once held him
Knew his warmth
And the coolness of death
A fighter.
Strong.
Brave.
Bold.
Proud.
Happy.