A blip in the timeline,
really.
One pulse on a heart monitor,
thump.
One memory for the books,
shut.
An echo that reverberates near,
further.
The sensation still lingers,
warm.
One open thought is louder,
arms.
Thumping expression I feel it,
a heartbeat.
Soft words - worried - but spoken,
confusion.
Demons screaming for release,
burned me.
Sadness tinges the relief,
truth.
I wish we could speak,
silence.
Ephemeral words to touch you...
...
belief.
can you feel
...
There could be something greater in you.
pity
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