The two tone beating of your heart
seems beautiful to me
as I lie there listening against your chest
The rhythmic drum keeping time like the music you claim you would die without
We talk about our fears
Yours, of losing the distant shore
And Mine, that there is no enough
The invisibility of childhood suspended
You walk softly and read quickly
Taking my ever present vigil into your hands
Making it useless
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