I

The first thump is strong,

this reassuring throbbing

and blood rush brings warmth.

 

II

It’s like the scales are

trying to balance between

the weak and strong beats.

 

III

Treading carefully

I open these doors, fearful,

but I can’t hide now.

 

IV

I met a stranger,

he sang me a lullaby…

I drowned in his voice.

 

V

I could feel his pulse,

our melodies mix just right

between locked fingers.

 

VI

Words flowing like silk,

they wrapped me up, embracing,

we both said three words.

 

VII

His hands grabbed me tight

but when I looked at his eyes

they didn’t smile back.

 

VIII

We beat different,

echoing as memories,

not making new ones.

 

IX

Each pump hurts like hell,

I’m trying to pull out knives

the slammed door stabbed with.

 

X

I feel ghosts tracing

everywhere he used to be,

and I have to pause.

 

XI

Mouth and mind both say

it never mattered to me.

I just glare at both.

 

XII

Can’t say I forgot,

but maybe his heart had just

tuned me out of key.

 

XIII

I danced with music.

The lyrics did not remind

me of him this time.

 

XIV

I bought a tuner

and, would you imagine that

he had fallen flat?

 

XV

Give me the pencil,

I’ll write a new piece with some

better harmonies.