I've always been the one
To pick up the pieces
From the fallout
You leave in your wake.

It is I who grabs the broom
with the soft bristles and
Gently cleans away the
Broken shards of glass.

It is I who cleans the
Festering wounds
With a drop of alcohol,
The sting followed by
My loving kiss.

It is I who calms the raging
Ocean, as her waves wash
Upon the shore with force.
I drown in her fears and sorrows,
And my slow death soothes her.

And it is I who comes back
Each and every time
To repair the damage
That you carelessly inflicted.

When you return,
You attempt to tend
To the hurt,
But there's only so much
That you can do.
For this cleanup crew
Consists of only one.
 
-(cleanup crew) G. Kotiaho