The empty spaces between my fingers that you once filled
I now fill with concrete dust and rusty poetry
they're not enough to keep me from falling.
You always were.
I'll always take this with me
the heat of my first love
that was dry like a desert because the pre-packaged kisses were left in the bag
I took a look at the instructions and found them too complex
too much assembly required.
But you perfectly assembled my first true smiles
and still push the button every so often to see it again.
I don't know how to go on without you, my little mechanic.
You were always the practical one.
Always the strong one.
My homing mechanism is programmed to return to the night you held me and said you'd never leave.
Without the safety of that, i'm just lost.