Tagged: hearts

in every moment

in every moment
of forgetting, hearts splinter,
words look for throats in

which to get caught, hands clasp and
unclasp, learn to build bridges
.
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every once in a

every once in a
while, it is like us to knock
on one another’s

hearts, ask for the password to
kindness, loneliness, patience
.
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hearts that stick it out

perhaps months,

perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t

we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
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there are a few looks

there are a few looks
you cannot mistaken –
when we recognized
that we had both
individually and separately
saran-wrapped our hearts,
perhaps we knew
there would come
a time when we would
unwrap them again
.
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we woke up to

we woke up to
the truth that there
will always be
longing between
us, a surround-
sound of something
else calling
when hearts
are already
intricately tied
.
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because our hearts have

because our hearts have
mastered the tilt of a good
throw, our bodies still
stir when we meet
after a lengthy
absence, a natural
return anchored by
gyroscopic precession
.
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