Your Heart
06/16/2020
Touch my chest, in it you’ll find a rhythm that moves to you,
It slows when you meet my eyes, and stops when you leave.
It thomps and hurts with an unending pain with what I put you through.
But it never stops completely because in us it still believes.
Though it’s too weak to move my legs, and I just sit.
Though It’s not strong enough to pull my eyes away from the end of the street,
It is still too stubborn to not hope in you. Too focused to quit.
It beats, and it beats never letting me stop wishing for a chance to meet.
Touch my chest. Feel it. It is yours. It is your heart.
Near, together, embraced, close, held, or apart.
Thoughts lost in Traffic 