The switch concealed beneath old tape
A promise worn, but kept in shape
We notice cracks, yet let them stay
Some truths dissolve when given way

We live by small repairs
Adjustments made to soothe our cares
A gentle push, the door complies
The subtle art of compromise

You stack the towels, edges pressed
I see the drawer fail its test
We read the signs, however blurred
In things that shift without a word

Not everything requires mending—
Acceptance is itself befriending
Imperfections hold their grace
A mark of life we can't erase

We live by small repairs
Accepting flaws as rightful heirs
Within the gaps we softly stay
Embracing what won't go away