What did you mean?

When I found you, you were ragged.

So dusty. Sleeveless in the cold of your neglect.

Though metal-rimmed. Built to last.

Bumping through the decades, from storage to storage.

 

But what did you mean?

You were and are a demo. So:

Did you spark a tryst? Give words to some unspoken love?

Why didn’t you succeed?

 

Today I washed your feet.

Made sure to avoid the pupils of your typewritten eyes.

excavated the grime from your grooves.

What did I find?

 

A diamond in the rough.

I shall trace your movements to seek you out.

Follow the glass slipper trail to your lovely origins.

Restore you to your former glory.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

 

 

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