What happens to the broken heart?
Is it still beating,
Or it suddenly stops?
Does it mend itself,
Or waits for someone else to do so?
But what about the broken pieces?
If they scatter all over agony,
Who is going to come to fix
And put them together?
But when they’re left behind
Yet the heart still loves
It gets weakened
But quietly holds what is inside —- forever.
Jerome Catigbe Poetry 