What happens when a shattered
heart is captured, the pieces
carressed and spooned into
a new wholeshome physique?
Fear is present yet hidden,
hoping against hope this time
will be different.
Anticipating more heartache and
acid tears will appear; yet seeking a
different outcome. And what happens
when that outcome is finally reached,
when the tears dry up and the heart,
though no longer perfect,
is made whole once again?