Picturesque -

I was a blank slate awaiting color

a silhouette waiting patiently to fill out

I know it makes you sad

it makes me sad too

Neither you or I have seen me

in so long

Perhaps the entirety of my being

is some poorly thrown together

assortment of

fragments of my former self

I can only hope

it fits together

in some way

Maybe someday

I’ll form your new favorite shape

Emptiness is just room to grow

We could be

picture perfect in a fractured frame.