Medical facts give way to an unanswerable question in "Heeling," a poem by lost and found. The first two lines sound almost like something from a doctor's leaflet: a broken leg takes five to seven weeks, a broken arm seven to twelve. They are calm, exact and reassuring. Bones, we're told, mend on a schedule.
Then the third line breaks the pattern. The speaker asks how long a broken heart takes to heal, and there is no number to give. The shift from confident figures to an open question is where the feeling lives. It suggests someone hurting, looking for comfort in the kind of certainty that physical injuries offer, and not finding it.
The mood is quiet, sad and a little wistful. There is no dramatic outburst, just a plain comparison that makes emotional pain seem both as real as a fracture and far harder to measure. The title's spelling, "Heeling," may also hint at the word's other meanings, though that is only a guess from the text.