They stitched your broken heart together,
And for a long time, it beat within you,
Pumping life and joy through your veins.
And then when it stopped,
Mine stopped too.
And yet slowly I am learning,
To pick up the needle and thread,
And stitch by stitch,
Sew my own broken heart back together as well.
I would trace my finger down your scar,
A reminder that even broken things can heal.
And now I trace my finger across my own heart,
I feel the scar,
And I remind myself once more,
That broken things can heal.