The Widow's Dilemma

You broke my heart. You really did.

I've patched it up as best I can.

It works pretty much like it's supposed to now, I think.

But I know if I could look inside me, I would see it criss-crossed with scars,

atrophied and dark in some spots, skipping beats here and there.
My heart works again; but you broke it good.

And even if it's not your fault that you did,

part of me may never quite forgive you for that.

I hope you can forgive me.