Why are you settling for me? tumbled the rocks. All gathered up in a pile were they, now fallen all over the ground in a seemingly terrible pattern or even no pattern at all.

There was silence.

Why are you waiting for me? Sprouted the vines as its stems grew round the side that had saw no light. Saw no nourishment. No survival. And soon those arms withered and sagged and littered the ground.

Only a soft breeze caused a leaf to move and a light scrape was heard. Then. Nothing.

Why do you continue to stand with me? Creaked the fence. Wooden and withered. Partially stained and patches of white. My innocence is gone and so is your patience. I am splintering into a thousand pieces that only seem to harm you. The sealant wears off after a single storm. The paint is sun bleached within a week and cracks are appearing revealing the crumbling wood inside. I'm infested with feelings of instability as termites devour the fiber of my being. I remain a skeleton. A crumbling memory.

So why?

A slight tap. Tap. TAP. as the rocks were picked up one by one and placed back into an organized pile.

Why?

A slight rustle. Rustle. RUSTLE. as the dead litter was swept away and arms of vines were redirected towards the sunny side.

WHY?

A slight schwick. Schwick. SCHWICK. as the lacker was applied and reapplied followed by a layer of paint, topped with a weather proof sealant guaranteed to only slightly crack

Why do you love me? Cried the girl.
And he gathered her up in his arms like he did with the rocks.
And he reoriented her face toward his like the vines to the sun.
And he stared into her and gave her what she needed to be strong (and like the layers he applied to the fence he's rebuilding her).

I'm a knuckle *******
Know when to shut my mouth lacker
Wish I had a ***** packer
Love me a ****-smacker
Driving range golf ball wacker
Right of the little guy backer
Skin like a saltine *******
The Mack daddy mack of macker
And a surprise pinch-hitter X factor

There is another,
A thief,
A past taker,
A future lacker,
An aponent if you like,
There is competition,
A rival,
One who had you,
But broke you,
I've claimed you as mine,
Unbeknownst,
She can try,
But she will fail,
Let the game of pursuit,
Begin........

(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 31/12/2019

Loving beyond expectation for one’s satisfaction
Feeling the end until that one random mind see’s  potential
Sand you down like a furniture antique
Smoothing you out waiting for the beauty to unleash.
Individuality passed down from generation to generation.
Where finally that gleaming coat of lacker breaks us free
Showing the world that what was once damaged, can be revived by personal belief