Laying with my head pressed against your chest
Each thump of your heart echoes in my mind
You’re never fully present or at rest
Always searching for what you’ve yet to find
I’ve got nostalgia for those early days
When our possibilities seemed infinite
Now I fear we’re headed our separate ways
Of your one hundred heartbeats per minute
How many thumps belong solely to me?
If closeness is measured by more than skin,
Is the thing we share just proximity?
The string connecting us is wearing thin
Is it in my head or are they faster?
Each new beat coming quicker than the last
So rapidly heading for disaster
Until “we” becomes a thing of the past
Author's Note: Just one more microfiction coming out later today and then I'll have reached the 100 Story mark! Unofficial challenge will launch tomorrow morning!
Update: Challenge is on! And this poem is one of my example entries! Check out the details in the sort linked below.
About the Creator
D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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