Ripped jeans,
And beneath: torn ligaments
Fractures, bruises, scratches.
The pain, is no longer prevailing.

Such a thought to think you can't think
of anything worse.
Such a situation to be in.

Standing, leaning, slumping.
Collapsing, wallowing, lying.

Cold coffee,
Still warmer than your heart
that has grown colder than the Arctic in the winter.

One of these days,
we shall look back and laugh.
Tears joyously trickling down our cheek.
We'll wipe them aside and resume our stories
of which are filled with sorrow, yet shine brighter than ever.