I thought when we’d meet again,
I wouldn’t be able to bear it.
But guess what?
My heart doesn’t care.
Not anymore.
It doesn’t beat like dungeon drums
when you are near.
Only calm and stillness
is all I hear.
It doesn’t race
like a bullet train.
For once and for all,
it did refrain.
The turmoil, the chaos
that once occupied this space
have now been replaced
with quiet solace.
I thought if this ever became real,
I’d never find warmth that easy again.
But slowly,
I’m starting to like it—
my own warmth.
Dreamlived