This is how you heal:
I will tell you.
Every single thing you wish they would do,
you begin to do for you.
You wake up tomorrow
and make yourself tea.
Flavour it with mint or rose petals or cardamom or ginger -
whatever you like most.
Then drink it listening to Billie Holiday or Dusty Springfield or anyone else that makes your bones come alive.
Water is the refuge of the broken-hearted
because crying in the ocean is like replenishing it.
Cry in the shower,
it's the most graceful place to do that.
Wear the dress you had reserved for him
when you reserved a table at the Italian restaurant
you thought he might like.
Put on your red lipstick.
Do not wear heels. Your life is not a balancing act.
Work. Work so hard your castle descends from the air for you, brick by sturdy brick.
And when your day is done,
stop by the flower shop
and buy yourself some tulips.
Bring them home and place them in a tall glass vase.
Now book a ticket
to that place you thought you would go with him.
Pour a glass of wine.
This is your life
and you're going to be fine. .
(A poem I'd written when a friend asked me, "What is the best way to make a heart stop hurting?" I've tried these things. They worked for me, maybe they'll work for her. Maybe they'll work for you.) #ezarawrites