I'm a record
repeating all the same lines
hoping that you'll continue to sing along.
I'm a door unhinged
waiting for you to walk my way again.
You're a Gothic masterpiece;
a renaissance of imperfection
spilling over a lifeless canvass.
I sit with a pen
still in my hand.
I can't expect you to hear my every call,
I can't expect that you'll fix the threads that come undone.
If these words are my voice,
then this page is God's ear.
A prayer for what is broken
to be mended once more.
