A whole that was broken
Pieced together piece by piece
A marvel of true artwork
One that you claimed to need
You placed it on a pedestal
But one day watched it drop
You put together the pieces
Because to you it still is art
You revel at its glory
Gloat about it to your friends
But never take the time to dust it off
As seasons change
A beauty but yet forgotten
What is the point in holding on
You captured this rare beauty
But lost desire as time moved on