Broken Materials

I made you a house
Don't you want to see?
It's made of broken materials;
Of broken stone, sand, and clay.

I gasped when your monument
When it dissipated, I

I watched you become real again.
I watched your eyes.
I watched my hand extend,
And try to grasp those sapphires.

Their evanescence tormented me,
Torments me. 
I was left to search through miles of debris,
Where you once stood, frozen in stone.

I've managed to cobble together
Something small.
Something temporary
To wait out the storm.

I wait, wet and cold
For someone...
Someone to fix my
Broken materials.

The End

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