The One Problem the Plumber Can't Fix

An exchange of unnecessary breaths
In exchange for a few tears again.
Follow the routine, it's all I know.
Why can't we pass a sunrise without it?

After a bitter goodbye, we'll part as usual,
Broken, understanding this torn feeling.
You've left with no regrets, no sympathy.
Tomorrow, broken is but a myth for us.

But these pieces, they don't fix themselves.
A steady hand and voice are all we need
To prepare this act you plan to ensue.
You're too great an actor for this cynic.

"Save the drama," that's your motto,
But I can't save this unfinished business
For tomorrow's reenactment--it's too much.
There's only so much I can do for you.

Leave this untouched, it will perish soon,
Then you'll regret this, you'll regret me.
My metaphors can't save a dying flame.
Can they save a freshly lit one?

Keep your files, they'll come in handy.
Just when the hurricane diminishes our
Any hope, you can get a rain check.
Then maybe, I'll stay until tomorrow.