What's Been Sent

When I hit send
I knew
it was the last time I'd talk to him
and ponder why this occurred
and not that.
God bless the men who listen
or look away
while I trip over my own thoughts
and desires.
I am nothing but dust
turned to clay,
hardened now, but still
I can take shape.
I can become something.
With a little help from guiding hands
I just may be
molded into beauty.
Let me thank you for forever sitting there
just waiting for me to realize
you had what I needed all this time.
Thank you for extending a hand
to pick me up
when another may have smashed me
and really, we both know
it's what I deserved.