(To the one that was never solved)

Sitting on a page,
on my square-ruled book,
with a solemn face,
you stare at me
with your pleading
eyes,
like a
caged bird.
My brain whelms
in pain, eyes shed
their tears;
My hand surges
up and down.
But you were
never mended.
Your two arms
beside your
two-stripped shoulders
were never the same.
One scrunched;
Other stunted.
Will you ever
fill my lonely
spaces?