someday
we’ll laugh about this,
you and i,
laugh at
the cruel cruel joke
of who we were.
last night
i tapped
a heartbeat on my pillow
and it echoed
through my body.
i don’t know
if it was yours
or someone elses.
someday
we’ll look back with forsight
rather than blindly
glancing ahead.
someday i’ll know
whose heartbeat
i was tapping
and someday
you and i,
together or apart,
will cry
for the blind innocents
of yesterday.
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