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,
I was left to search through miles of debris,
Where you once stood, frozen in stone.
I've managed to cobble together
To wait out the storm.
I wait, wet and cold
Someone to fix my