Am I helping to mend your broken bits
The parts of you she left behind
And if so, is it working –
Am I working? Do my lips make it easier
Do my hands feel like the love she took away
And if it does, will they ever feel like mine?
If I am mending your broken pieces
Do you think you could feel me instead of her
And could you see me as anything, now,
Than just a Band-Aid?