My heart beat was all over the palace.
It would beat fast and slow.
It was my heart beat
And no one else’s
Until I meet him.
His heart beat was calm.
I could tell when it was fast or slow,
with his hand on his chest
Or a tear in his eye.
Our heart beats were one.
When they were close,
We could feel each others.
When they were slow,
We could fix each others.
Now,
My heart beat is alone and empty.
It beats to the sound of my dripping tears
Not knowing if he had healed.
The sound of your beating heart may be slow or fast
But for me,
Every word I have typed in this poem,
My heart beat was pain and slow.
