This too shall pass

She'll crawl in bed before the sunsets.

Alone, withdrawn from her thoughts.

Replaying her lover's promises to herself like threats.

Recalling highlights of his love in golden hour screenshots.

Her heart feels fragile.

She can see pieces of her soul scattered on her bedside table.

A mirror set just so, to watch herself unravel.

She knows the migration of their hearts was interglacial.

She mindlessly flips the channel.

She know this too shall pass.

Because the reality is that if love doesn't last forever neither will heartbreak.

Those scattered pieces of her heart she'll sweep up like shattered glass.

She'll wonder if heartbreak is as easy to cure as a belly ache.

if the memory of him is as easy to erase as those screen shots.

And if this was her entire story of merely a subplot.

The older she gets she'll see that life is a strange place.

And that nothing is black and white rather it's all a four-dimensional space.

The thing that broke her, will now shape her.

Her heart, her greatest saboteur.

This too shall pass.

Like the clear sunny days that come after the rain.

Like the clarity that comes after drowning herself in her wineglass.

nothing last forever.

not even the worst of days,

Or the greatest of pleasures.

And while she feels like hope is just a catchphrase.

Deep down she knows the truth.

So for now she'll take one ticket for depression at the ticket booth.

What's to worry if it doesn't last forever?

What's to fear if it's just a temporary relapse?

She just needs a moment to grieve her broken heart.

She won't go too far.

She's too smart, even if her thoughts are sometimes like a piece of abstract art.

She can't fully fall apart.

What's the harm in standing under cold droplets of rain.

She doesn't believe it's inhumane.

It's nothing like stepping in front of a freight train.

The rain always ends.

She's just crying alongside it.

For if she smiles she'd be deemed a hypocrite.

But when it's over, she'll smile, to life she'll recommit.