Lyric

I cleared the workbench

After the long repair

Four screws in a line

One washer spare

The casing closed crooked

But the light came on

Something had changed

But it was not gone

I checked the diagram

I checked it twice

Some things still fit

Some things decide

You can make it breathe

Without making it new

You can close the cover

With a gap showing through

I held the extra pieces

And learned to understand

Not every part goes back

Into the hand

The drawer stayed open

With the label worn thin

I put the spare parts

Where I could find them

Not thrown away

Not forced inside

Just kept for a future

I could not define

I used to think repair

Meant nothing would show

Now I leave some marks

Where they need to go

You can make it breathe

Without making it new

You can close the cover

With a gap showing through

I held the extra pieces

And learned to understand

Some things stay beside you

Not back in the hand

Maybe I changed shape

When the pressure came

Maybe I still work

Under another name

The missing place remains

But it does not accuse

Some losses stay with us

Some still carry use

You can make it breathe

Without making it new

You can close the cover

With a gap showing through

I held the extra pieces

And finally understood

Not every part goes back

But some things still hold good