Glue

It did not need picking
It did not need bills
It did not need fixing
For it never had frills.
It did not need mending
It did not need force
It did not need bending
For it never was coarse.

The hearth was warm
The message was sent
The saviour was strong
The heart was lent
The letter was returned
The idea was strewn.
The pieces too tiny,
Spread across the room.
The eyes were pleading
The lips were sealed
The actions were calling
The bones didn't pay heed.
There was more to find
There was more to read
Among the blanket folds
Dividing the cold and heat.

The received was coded
The pen was deceived
The ink slowly eroded
It had to save the read.

The receiver was lost,
The ears were deceived
The words slowly eroded
They had to save the weed.

I wish it were easier,
To view beyond.
I wish it were better,
To while along.
I wish it were nicer,
To pretend wrong.

For,
I know the question,
To break the peace.
I knew the question,
But the bones,
did not pay heed.