Where Do Broken Hearts Go? Poem by Bhekisipho Nyathi

Of broken cars i asked the mechanic.
Without hesitation or giving it much thought, he told me:
They go to the scrap yard.
Where they are panel beaten, and hopefully, see the joy of cruising on the roads again.
But that was not my real question, my question still stands: But where do broken hearts go?

Of my broken smartphone i asked the smartphone technician.
He quickly told me how much it would cost, to get my phone to its normal usable state. The cracked screen replaced, charging system replaced. Bust still i remained with one question
A question that troubles many a soul:
Where do troubled hearts go?

For my faulty connection i asked the networking gurus, for sought my answer from the great and all knowing Google, but alas my wifi connection was faulty.
For a fee, they told me they can fix it and get it all working in 24 hours.
Thats a relief, but where do broken hearts go.

Rejoice with me, for i now know: Broken hearts can only go to Christ, the faithful friend of all humanity.