Repair

I am the repairer; a part of the assembly line.

But instead of toys; I fix human hearts.

I'm the one who stands behind as they are about to fall; catching them before they're hurt.

I'm the one who will helps them see through it all.

I fix and mend what's wrong with their life.

I'm the one who picks them up when they're down.

I'm the one who shows them what to do and how to cope.

Yet... Much like an assembly line; I don't get to see the final result.

I'm not the one who gets to stand beside them in all their glory.

I'm not the one who is held late at night.

I'm not the one they fight for.

I'm not the one who gets their love.

I'm not the one who gets to kiss them tonight.

I have to question... Where's my Assembly person?