twolightsinthesky
Hearts. I used to tell them they could never change them around. Never have a new one, always remember, always feel. That a heart once broken would stay broken. But a South African surgeon in the nineties showed us different. Broken hearts could be swapped for new ones.
There's a new heart for every different one. And when replaced, all that's left is that faint recognition within you, within your chest, that once, yes once, there used to be a different heart there. Your ribs will always ache for the day when your first heart first pumped faster, unknowing that it had just begun its own countdown to its death.