I Place My Hand on a Broken Object, and the Past Appears Before My Eyes

I restore antiques.

When my fingertips brush over a damaged object, I can see the memories sealed inside it.

A stuffed toy Grandma sewed up again and again,

A watch Father could never bring himself to wear,

A photo torn apart and glued back together by a lover.

I have restored countless old objects,

but I cannot mend the regrets of this world.

Still, I hope

to give every forgotten life

a gentle ending.