A fat pigeon
The bearded man at the coffee house
A woman riding her bicycle
The efficient clerk at his window
The two raccoons under the house
Suffer their particular pain.

Of course they do.
The question now isn’t who’s hurting
Or how much
(Though those questions could use
An accounting).
But what to do

With our heartbreak
Our loss
The clicked lock of the past
That makes every mistake a fact
Every deed done irrevocable
And harsh

Like a slap
A severing into cause and consequences?
Having said that and done that
And paying the price
For a careless purchase
We would return but cannot. 

So, nothing to do, but,
Claim the pain. 
Admit the loss.
Feel your heart ripped
And don’t attempt to sew
Tears that can’t be mended.

Leave the past its miseries.
There is no happiness there.
No more.  Nor any healing.
Comfort waits tomorrow
With gains to replace your losses.
And a new heart.