Dearly beloved,

we are gathered
here today to mourn
the phone calls we
never got and the
lonely seasons.
The children cried,
"Does it ever go away?"
They're asking about heartache
and you know better than to lie,
so you answer truthfully
and you say no.
"It doesn't go away."
Everyone is taught to
look both ways before
crossing the street and
to talk quietly in the library,
but nobody ever learns
anything that matters,
like how to keep breathing
when your heart breaks in half.



-Author Unknown