when the pain
of goodbye.
begins to swell
take your hand,
your right one,
and place it
over your heart.
feel the rhythm
of what alive
is.
take your left hand,
place it on my heart
at the same time.
remember the
comfort of feeling
two heartbeats
together.
you don't have
to speak.
you don't have
to speak.
you don't have
to speak.
goodbyes hurt.
and you don't
always have
the words
for the hurt
to escape.
silence can be
gentle.
let it be gentle
for you.
let your fingertips
scrape at hope
until it's second nature.
even if it's not
on my skin.
ignore the residue
of their spit.
it'll dry off.
just keep
remembering
the heartbeat
the essence
of being alive.
