I see them,
you see them,
everyday.
broken down.

they want to be able to love again.
they too, wish to be held, in a warm embrace.
with a sweet constriction with no restriction.

yet no one wants to mend a broken heart, a heart in tatters.
no, they'll keep wishing for some other strong heart,
a used heart with many miles on it.
most humans will look at that accident, and they'll stare,
and keep going on with their life,
with out a thought.

please be remarkable,
please let there be difference.
when you see that wreck in the coffee shop, looking sad
at their own reflection in the window.
pull up next to her,
sit with him,
charge your happy eyes,
your brilliant smile,
spark their soul.

jump start them.