post-heartbreak

with time, you learn to breathe deeper. you learn to walk a little steadier and to let tears stream down your face while watching sunsets and people reunited. you learn to mend your cracks with art and poetry and music, because they will never go away. you learn that your fingers can still trace the outlines of the troubled soul that was once resting between your thighs like the skilled cartographer that you are and that you can still feel the burn of those god dammed eyes on your skin. and it's okay. because you also learn how lucky you are to still be alive. to still hope. to remember. to vividly feel from thousands of miles away.