Heart Language
Our hearts recognized each other His and mine. They beat together Keeping time. They spoke to each other When we first met. That we ended up together Was no accident. It was a hitch in the rhythm A subtle shift in space. Then our hearts beat as one Each keeping pace. Our heart language was beautiful- Bright and full of light. It shone through our eyes And linked our souls tight. Our hearts were so happy Looking forward to forever- Then his heart was silenced And mine can’t recover. It struggles to beat solo. It’s rhythm--scattered. It’s heart light grows dim Bleeding, bruised, battered.
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 