Stitches

A friend of mine was diagnosed with heart disease
putting himself through so much stress
the doctor had him on medication
to help him to un-depress.

Another friend told me of his condition
then I saw him and asked how he was
he said he was fine, I said I heard
his heart was hurting, as the heart often does.

I said "if it gives ya anymore trouble
you give it right to me, I know I can save,
I'm good at fixin' broken hearts, ya know?"
He said I'd probably put him to an early grave!

We laughed...

But now, I sit here in the dark
with open hands in my lap, staring down
at my heart embraced there, held together
to keep it from fully tearing down.

And I haven't a clue where to begin
to place the stitches, can't see
for the tears clogging up my eyes,
I just want the angels to close them for me.

Time stolen from me, from us,
words lost, aimless in the storm
cold where you were once
heart in hand, bleeding warm.

So where does one go when the heart is in the hand?
What does one do with all the broken dreams?
Where does one get the medication from?
Are there stitches that don't fall apart at the seams?
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