on the shelf

It's lived there for a time. Not a long time, but long enough.
I know it's broken, but not beyond repair.
I just don't know who will fix it.

I pass by it every day. Every day I am reminded it is not the same,
as it used to be.

Sometimes I think, maybe a new one would be better.
Out with the old, isn't that how the saying goes.

It's unique though, one of a kind.
Similar, but not the same.
I could find one if I could.
But I'll leave it for now.

It's broken, but still has value.
It is not beyond repair.

I love it too much to let go.
For right now it will stay put,
until the time is right for it

I will leave it to rest.