From when you were five,
A gleeful little sprite
Breathing magic into my days.
A distinct crack on my crown
From the cruel cricket ball
Of the zealous boy next door;
You chided him endlessly.
Blinking orange lights to hide the crack
And illuminate your ardent being;
You often smooth over the fraying tape
That holds them up to conceal my flaws.
I have scars on my metallic edges
That would glint in the morning sun;
Your worried mother shoves me to the side
So you may revel in the gentle breeze.
The hint of a dainty palm print
From when you lay yours against me,
Sighing wistfully at the violent rain
That kept you from your doting lover.
The remnants of your ceaseless tears—
He broke your fragile heart last week.
When you pressed your cheek to my pane,
Into me, your pain did seep.
I am made of your memories.
I will treasure them till I am dust.
I will carry your spirit back to the earth,
May your warmth clothe the universe.
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