A Heart Story

You gave me a gift. You told me it was a heart.

I accepted your gift. I called it my heart.

I found a hole on one side. You filled the hole in my heart.

You felt the hole from one side. I found you in my heart.

You said you had to depart anew. I told you my heart is with you.

I drilled a hole in my heart. You made a mark in my life.

I gave you a gift back. I told you it was the hole in my heart.

31 days

Please,
count with your heart.
Then you will realize that our heart does not count.
it simply waits lovingly,
beats patiently, and
looks forward to each beating for a love that keeps the rhythm going..

Please,
count with your eyes closed.
Then you will realize that counting is not having chronological numbers,
but having what matters most in our lives.

Days are long,
nights are restless.
but we remain as solid as 1,2,3 certainty,
as the dusk of our days and dawn of our nights.