Convalescence, by Amory McKeever

The brief history of us

was rather dynamic

always changing, growing

but never organic

You were an android

a fake, a fraud, an imitation

just real enough for Polaroid

So I lost an entire year

maybe even two or three

before I found you out

before I could foresee

But you struck too soon

I was not ready

I had the information

but my heart was unsteady

Where I lacked the guts

you did not hesitate

took me down piece by piece

claiming checkmate

Though victory had all but vanished

I survived, I coped, I managed

but in the end I'm still damaged

I said there goes my future

I'll be trapped in the past

unable to move on

I'm all out of gas

Then I read every study

all the research and guides

anything that would tell me

how to repair my insides

But it wasn't a collection

of well written journals

that came to my rescue

to overcome these hurdles

It was just someone honestly

with a shred of compassion

as if by some prophecy

combined all the fractions

the pieces of my heart

into a new one they fashioned

then carefully returned it

back where it started

as if nothing had happened

so a new course could be charted

I thought victory had vanished

that I would always be damaged

but love is more than a bandage