hearts are like starfish arms

I think hearts
are like starfish arms
that regrow broken parts

not quite a new start
just
regrown; undone and resown

cause you’re still you
you’re not brand new
you don’t wake up one day and forget that
you once had a different arm

you just
regrow
you find new parts to like and know
in somebody/something new
and you regrow the parts of you
that once you thought were lost

The tear is still a part of you
but it becomes less painful with time
and more like a cherished memory
of an arm that was so nice and lovely
a good arm
an arm that taught you stuff
an arm you loved
but isn’t there anymore
and that’s ok
that’s just fine, really
we all make mistakes
we all love and lose
we all have to restart

I think hearts are like starfish arms
that regrow missing parts