Peeling tape and Rubber bands

The age old question as to how to heal a

broken heart

depends on the person, and on the affliction;  

healing for one might come in

the sound of a bottle popping and blinding 

lights,

music as

Nameless

as the people around them

and cold hands trying to put out 

burning sorrow

This type of healing will be an attempt to cover 

everything rapidly, focused on forgetting

then anything else

For others healing will come in the shape of

endless pages, and spines slowly 

wearing away

it will come at the bottom of tea mugs and

rain,

rain inside and out

both from darkened clouds

and red eyes

this type of healing will place your heart 

eight degrees to fifteen from the equator

where the water surface is at 

80 degrees farenheit 

where tropical storms form,

intense and heavy

a whirling cycle of hot and cold emotions

only over when

nature 

finally declares it so

but there is a softer heartbreak,

one that, appears in hairline cracks across the heart

rather then sudden shattering and souless crushing, 

that comes apart like petals of a flower

rather then overpowering storms and one night stands

a heartbreak that hurts just as much

that kills you slowly from the inside out

that comes from loving too much

or perhaps, not enough

a heartbreak that comes from visiting

sterile white rooms

or slabs of stone

or memorial pages;

a heartbreak that comes in the shape of weeping angels

and unspoken phrases, all muttered at an altar

a heartbreak that emerges from an undoubtful love

that can not be ignored

no matter how much time passes by

a heartbreak that doesn't heal

but like old crayon drawings 

and your favourite figurine from your childhood

you wrap your pain in rubber bands 

sticking bits of clear tape onto it, 

for this healing comes in acceptance

it comes in grieving, moving on

and yet

not letting go.