Frayed But Fixable

This broken feeling,
like there's a hole in my chest
where a chunk of my heart is missing.
For so long I forgot about it,
enraptured by my new love.
But it seems like the quick-fix single-stitch
is coming frayed at the ends.
I'm afraid I should have taken more time
to get over you...
like freshly painted nails that take too long to dry
and you move too soon,
ruining the perfectly polished shine.

What I have now is so much better
than I ever thought I deserved.
It wasn't at all what I had wanted for so long
but it was exactly what I needed.
In time, this wound will heal,
double- or triple-stitched by the new man in my life
with the nimble, thimbled fingers.