Picked Up

by LeAnn717

One may ask, “Did he pick it up again?”

The answer, “No, he didn’t.”

Someone else found it, someone who knew how to repair the heart and care for it. He fixed the chips and the scratches, making it whole again. He protected it from the cold which seemed to have surrounded it for so long. They made new connections and new memories together.

And for once the heart felt safe.

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