potion

Not every medicine comes in a bottle.

Some come bare.

Some come in wrapping.

Some spray care.

Some bring napping.

But none healed me

Since you left my Aristotle.

That's how I realised not every medicine comes in bottle.

Some come in glass.

Some come in steel.

Some help it pass.

Some help us feel.

But no prescription saved my soul,

Or taught me how to stand alone.

Your absence made the pieces whole,

And turned the fracture into stone."