Love
Do you hear the beating? It comes and goes like the
Ticking of a grandfather clock in an abandoned house.
The body of the sound fills the halls of what once
Was you and me. Do you hear the beating? It’s
Getting louder and louder like the roar of water
turning on when no able bodied person flicked on the
Faucet. That beating continues through and
Through the wind and rain and thunder that
Cataclysm that shakes our dwelling. More
Powerful than an earthquake and more fierce
Than a wildfire. You should feel it now. The
Beating that you feel now reverberates
Through your bones and stills the blood.
It screams in your ear and all movement stops.
Pauses. A pause happens. Thump-Thump-
Thump. Stops. Thump-Thump-Thump
Eyes wide and head turning, sweat drips
Down slowly. Because you know that the beating,
That sound, was once beating for you.
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