Broken Cellphone

I learnt that a lost heart may not be very far from a lost cellphone.

You keep waiting for it to come back to you,

Telling yourself you'll be better with it,

More careful, more loving,

More aware that it exists,

You wouldn't take it for granted,

Not that you did before.

You go around looking,

Hoping for one last glance,

One last effort to do everything it takes,

But it is gone.

And you feel broken, devastated,

All that loss of time and effort,

You just want to give up

And you do.

And then you receive a call,

"Your lost cellphone has been found..

But it is so broken,

It looks like it has been crushed by a car."

If I could only count the number of times,

My heart felt crushed by the pain of its loss,

When it knew it was broken and yet,

It refused to let go.

But, they are different.

Because even when so broken,

That call,  the sight of that cellphone,

Provided me closure to move on.

But a broken heart?

That's a wound you're gonna have to heal all by yourself.