After the Accident

Another poem like "Love Less" which I wrote after a very bad accident that almost cost me my sister.

I can

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      pair the fender, and it will be like it used to be,

      or at least hire someone to do it.

 

I can

              f

                             i

      x the damage to the mailbox;

      my dad taught me how to do it.

 

I can

              r           

                             e

      place the shredded tires and the broken windows,

      I just need to find the tools.

 

But it wasn’t so simple when I saw what the

accident took from all of us.

 

There are no tools to repair a broken

heart or patch our peace of mind,

and there is no one to hire to replace

her.