The truth is that once there was
someone. Who charmed
you with words like shelter and
shield. Who etched the power of
polish on your face. Who filled
the empty rectangular space of you.
You held to their promise despite
the screw they put right
through the centre of you. Waiting
for them to once again recall
the want of you. Wishing
that despite the dark and
mess of wire, that someone
would uncover the spark held
within the shape of you.