have you ever wondered

where do broken hearts go?

after they’ve been dropped and crushed?

where do broken hearts go?

when there’s nowhere to go?

where do broken hearts go?

when the pieces are too small?

where do they go?

where do they go?

do they go to the land of broken hearts?

or does an old witch keep them in a jar?

is it eaten as a dragon’s breakfast?

or perhaps stolen by an elf?

well here’s the answer

to your question

where do broken hearts go?

it’s me, i’m the collector of broken hearts

it’s me, who remains forgotten

it’s me, yesterday, today, tomorrow

i take a needle and some thread

and mend them back together

with hugs and head pats

and smiles and laughter

and if the broken heart is

missing a piece

i take out some of mine

and fit it in perfectly

again

and again

until there’s nothing left.