the cracks on the blistering concrete.
the puddles of rain left in the gutters.
the child that wont stop wailing.
the piece of trash that the garbage man seemed to miss.
the puzzle piece left in the Scrabble box.
the hand that isn’t holding mine.

broken hearts are in everything around us.

but there always seems to be something there to mend it back...

the glue bottle drizzling its insides on your desk.
the bar of chocolate sitting on your counter.
the love of those around you.
and the reminder of what you once had...

the storm will pass...

the water will drain.
things to get better.

after the storm is over.