A year ago,
one heart pounded within this chest.
a second heart kept time with the first,
this lithesome frame stretching to contain it.
I thought you'd take it with you when you
rushed out of my body
with all the force of the tide,
roaring with life.
But I feel it pounding now,
more than ever,
filling and overfilling
this swollen heart
with that pain called
I have your heart, and you have mine.