I know What a breaking heart looks like; Being crushed from the inside out. Until it’s beautiful curves collapse, A quivering heap that once was full, Once was whole. It’s the lights going out, When moments before your eyes were so bright, They could illuminate his life. I know What a breaking heart feels like; It’s drowning in a desert, And all you can grasp is sand in your hands. It’s a memory leaving you don’t want to lose, Slipping through your fingers. It’s the life raft Who’s meant for someone else, When the ocean couldn’t save you anyway. I know What a breaking heart sounds like; It is that deathly quiet The moment before the damn breaks. It is the gasping breath of a memory dying, The desperate plea to keep it together, When you’re picking the pieces up off the floor. I know what a healing heart is; It’s the shape of life after love, The reassembled self, When the pieces don’t quite look the same but fit together anyway. I know..