I think that maybe
my heart uses
your heartbeat
as a metronome
to stay on
track.
Yours
balances mine,
slows it,
teaches it to beat
strong and
steady and
with purpose
and rhythm.
When faced with
the unfortunate
but often
unavoidable situation
where it cannot hear
yours,
it forgets, simply forgets
all it was taught.
Like a piano student
whose teacher skipped
the recital.
It aches for your sound
to match.
It stings for the
audience of your
lungs
to hear it beat.
Hear it sing.
Hear it play.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

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