Rhythm of our hearts

October 11, 2009
You hold my hand as the water slides down my cheeks.
My head resting on your shoulder
for one minute I forget why I'm here why my heart is broken
and your hand is in mine.
Our hearts beat one by one
a rhythm that only we can hear.
I feel like I'm complete
until I remember
you will be gone tomorrow
your hand never to fill mine again
our ears never to be treated with the wild rhythm of our hearts.

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