It's related to the situation I was in when I wrote Rebuilt...
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The rain once again paid a visit.
His thundering laugh warming
And his blinding smile familiar.
He knows me more than anyone.
I stare in his eyes and I am calmed.
On the days I am too far gone,
He masks my tears with his own.
His presence is something welcomed.
This time he brought me a present.
He has returned my precious stone.
It was filthy, but I readily cleansed it.
Washed, it almost looked the same.
But I saw the fine chips and cracks.
I saw what could not be fixed.
I tried to forget, to no avail.
My precious Jade stone, so loved,
Will never be the same.