mend.

 I can hold back heaven for half a day, maybe more. I can hold back
 hell for one full week, a month at most, the days in the calendar
clicking.
I can hold back my heart for half a year for one full year, for two, for
three--
I can stop the clocks and burn the books, forget my name, forget yours
too.
But let me stitch you back together, let me find the seam and close it.