At some point you’ve got to pick up the pieces of a broken heart
And put them back together
Hearts don’t work like they should
With the sum of their parts
Torn asunder as such
No, they won’t.
Nor can you place them in a blender and mix it all back together at the push of a button.
Hearts don’t work like that.
It’s pain staking work putting a heart back together, you’ve got to sew it, stitch by stitch, moment by moment, careful not to tear it again, or it’ll all fall apart.
Meticulous attention must be paid it
And by and by, one piece at a time
You’ll find there’s no greater work nor greater reward than this labor of love. For when the last suture’s sewn a nurtured home beats much better than it did before.