Fracture

Broken hearts, like bones, heal,
Whole again in one piece.
Save every one in a while,
When a wayward wind chills to the bone,
Tracing along the mended fracture,
Reminding you of it's existence,
As it still runs, skin deep,
Or worse still, of what it was like,
before ever being broken.
And you wouldn't even,
Recognise it any more.