This is the pathology of the heart:
At first, there is acute pain which seems to radiate.
Hope dies slowly and with that comes a cavity.
There is then invasion of doubt and loneliness
devouring their way through the dead tissue,
obliterating the memories of crimson times gone by.
Eventually there is personal growth and regeneration
and pale scar tissue fills the void that was once there,
but you know that while complete, the muscle
is never as strong as it used to be once upon a time.
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