He sits bewildered at the moment
When she caught his eye,
And the shattered heart he held
In his hand seemed to begin to mend,
And it started beating again.
Even in the pain that he felt,
The crushing pain, the heat of being burned,
It still holds in his memories,
But they fade slightly
As if her personality had medicinal value,
As if she, herself, was a pain killer
For a broken heart.
He doesn't understand how he could trust,
He doesn't know how she could touch
His heart and make it heal itself.
She has given him the cure
Without even realizing it,
Without even trying to be anything
Except herself.
She's what he needed,
And what his heart desires,
And he can stop taking these painkillers--
They never worked for a broken heart anyway.
Robert J Nye (2008)
