You lay in my lap

Worn, torn and broken

You fell apart in my hands when I finally found you

Lost from me for so long

And I cried.

Now I'm staring down at you,

Curled on my knees,

Overused and disfigured

And I feel like a small child

And someone's broken my favourite toy.

They've done it while I wasn't looking.

My broken favourite toy is in my lap, but I didn't see it break.

I didn't see all the internal damage

So I don't have the tools or knowledge to repair it.

It hurts too much to even cry.

There's nothing I can do.

I can't fix you.

05/01/08