Nothing else will fit

And so you go back to what you know
To the thing that stole you piece by piece
That left you a gaping maw of what once was
A wishing well
Where all the loose change thrown has been lost
Ferreted away
Hoarded
A cash cow for the one who keeps you


You tried to go back into the world
The universe from which you were snatched
But everything changed in your absence
The sun replaced by a dark spot
Houses empty
Their chimneys crumbling
Moss proliferating in the cracks
Trees grown wild
Limbs reaching for you as you passed
The echoes of lives lived buffeting you


You were so well groomed
To a specific set of skills
That adaptation no longer applies as an option
You became a tool
To be carefully wielded
By one pair of hands
Customized to their grip
Nothing else will fit


You will return
Ask nicely
To have back the comforts to your creature
Welcome the opportunity to atone
I'll be good
I'll never leave again
I'm so sorry
I need you