Ners N Me

Nestled between my lungs lies a small gold heart. A twin exists 4000 miles away, listening to his breath for me. Counting his heartbeats and every time he laughs just for me, so that the next time we meet I'll have missed nothing. Beside my gold heart lies another, but I confess this one belongs not to me but to the chest of my lover. I have grown used to turning my head and seeing him there, to counting his breaths and matching our steps. To twining our fingers and touching his skin. To the scent that is him and the sound that I know. I have become accustomed, you see, to wrapping my existence around his in every way that I can. I have grown used to being free with my words, but now I must seal them shut again, for there are more I cannot speak. Three little words again, filled with as much meaning as declarations of love and bold affection. There's a little gold heart that lies on my chest and listens to the words for him so that he won't be missing anything.