D. Padrón

When you laid your head on my chest 

You commented how I actually have a heartbeat. 

How I am actually alive. 

You said I could be so cold sometimes. 

You just had to make sure. 

I laughed at your dumb joke.

And we continued the conversation. 

I went into my head and thought. 

He never had to make that joke. 

Because every day it starts becoming. 

Painfully Apparent. 

You are not him. 

My heart beats for him.