A giant hand inside my chest stretches out and takes my heart within its mighty grasp and squeezes till it breaks. A gentle hand inside my chest, with mending tape and glue, patches up my heart until It’s almost good as new. I ought to know by now that broken hearts will heal again. But while I wait for glue and tape, The pain! The pain! The pain! The poem is probably about ______________. *
1 point
a. a woman.
b. a man.
c. a broken heart.
d. heart surgery.