Clarity
My heart, it beat
Softly, statically
the steady hum of
drying laundry
My heart, it sprung
my eyes traced through
as the saunter of your step
entered the room
My heart, it questioned
was it safe to stumble
after so many years
My heart, it fell
Your hands were there
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