A Heartbeat

A Heartbeat. 


It starts with it, with the fast paced staccato rhythem. 


When I met you I was unsure if it stopped or if it for the first time started. 


When you held her out for me to hold I no longer had just one. 


And sometimes you don't get good-bye. Good times just end, leave with a lack of it. 


A heartbeat. 

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