Beat

If you could hear the sound of a heart 
shattering into a million pieces.
Would it sound like glass breaking or 
a spaghetti snapping in half?
Will it scatter everywhere or fall in one place?

Do we stop existing if something like that happens to us?
How do people carry on with their lives?
Incomplete heart pumping in their chest.

Does it still beat?
Do they spend the rest of their lives collecting those pieces?
Or do they learn to live without it?
Could they possibly grow a new one?

What does it mean to have your heart irreparably broken?
Do you deny its existence completely?
Or does it mean you abandon it?
When all it wants you to do is hear it loud and clear.
Assuring you, “No matter what, I’m here for you.”