Independence

You hid the hope in cloudy crystal,
like a mosquito in the amber.

You shaped the jewels and clipped them on their chains.
One you put around your neck and one, hard-handed, round mine.

Your hope is independence, I thought you said.
It broke my heart to leave you but now I’m strong.

How many heartbeats

How many heartbeats in a lifetime?
How many can I save for you?

In ancient times it was believed that, illness and violence permitting, you lived until your heart had beat a certain number of times. I think I read somewhere recently that scientists had found some evidence for this.

My heart races, chases, races when I am with you.
I feel my box of heartbeats ebb towards empty.

It makes sense I suppose. All other things being equal, heart muscle bumps and thumps until it tires, slows (perhaps) and stops.

I lie, relax and stretch when I know you will not be with me.
I feel my chest rise, fall, rise again. I feel the heartbeat slow.

Because, you see, if I don’t use too many heartbeats when you are not here, I have more to use when you are.

I’m saving all my love for you. My love.
I’m saving all my heart for you. My love.

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How many heartbeats in a lifetime?
How many can I save for you?

My heart races, chases, races when I am with you.
I feel my box of heartbeats ebb towards empty.

I lie, relax and stretch when I know you will not be with me.
I feel my chest rise, fall, rise again. I feel the heartbeat slow.

I’m saving all my love for you. My love.
I’m saving all my heart for you. My love.

My heart is untouched

My eyes may cry hot salt but my heart is untouched. My head may ache from competing strategies, my arms may ache from comforting strangers, but my heart is untouched. My heart is untouched and my heart is mine. I can feel it untouched and I can share it with others. My heart is mine, my heart is untouched. My heart is for everyone; my heart is for you.