When we parted ways,
I said I'd see you in a heartbeat.
It's been eighty four days,
eighty four nights,
and eight million beats;
I suppose my heart cannot know
when we'll walk the same streets.
(But upon our reunion
I'll know one thing is true;
No heartbeat feels longer
than those without you.)
ESTÁ A LER
supine thoughts
PoesiaPoetry exploring thoughts into love, sexuality, mental health and navigating the modern world.
