And I Still Can't Get the Loctite Off My Fingers

 
We stayed up at night
talking everything under the sun
and beyond the horizon
traded tears
laughed so hard
I thought I'd come undone

Then I did

You were gone

Picking up the pieces
took so long it became a hobby

You can probably still find traces
of me stuck in the rug

like glitter

Can never get rid of that shit

Now, I lie awake and wonder
glued back together as I am
about the balance of strength
and fragility
how you see me in the light
that sneaks through the cracks
if it reveals the craft
of me being me
so you can be you

if you ever notice
take time to appreciate
the quality of my workmanship