Mending

A mighty hand reaches inside my chest,
stretches out it's fingers,
and takes my heart within it's grasp,
and squeezes till it bursts.

A gentle hand reaches inside my chest,
with mending tape and glue,
it patches up my heart until,
it's almost good as new.

I ought to know by now that broken hearts will heal again.
But while I await that gentle hand with the glue and tape,
the pain,
the pain,
the pain.