Remains

Look at my heart now.
What do you see? Do you expect to see the cracks? The marks that still exist after all this time?

I'm sorry, but you can't. I mended it... With a bit of glue and a lot of hope, I've stitched my heart, so it won't sting so much.

I truly hope that's the last of what I am to mend. But, alas, the world is infinite, and it is bound to crack again.