To mend
the broken heart
you listen to sad songs
and sip sweetened tea
under the teardrops
of the cloudy sky
while wearing
the locket of
empty promises
and faulty friendships
as you reminisce
about the good old
and scowl at
the bad new
until the sky
ceases its tears...
when suddenly
you see
the faint arch
of a rainbow
and forget about
what once was
and remember
what is, shall
and will be.