A healed heart still pains.
For there will always be a fragment
torn off and lost forever.

There will be a moment,
no matter how fleeting.
That will cause a twinge of dispair.

For something no matter how cruel,
no matter how beautiful,
is gone forever.

We are told to not cry.
To not mourn
Over a loss that was seemingly undeniable.

Allow your heart that beat.
That moment to weep.
A firefly flickering in the summer air.

And after that moment, smile.
Cause it will happen.
This time more beautifully.