My broken pieces, restless

Wait for their glue

My incomplete song yearns

For its final verse to brew.

A thousand years I have waited,

A thousand years I’ll wait

The last word that you didn’t spout

That last handshake.

The million words you didn’t speak

Echo in my mind.

The sweet words of yesterland

Escaped in the bitter grind.

I haven’t thrown the shattered glass.

It lies where you saw last.

Come pick it up, come clean the mess.

It won’t hurt, come just once.

What was the beautiful song

That played when we were young?

It heals my wounds and bruises.

It quenches the dry land

Come play that song for me

Let my spirit dance

I wish to know how the story ends

So peace can return home.