Mizzjewel

Distance

The sound of a distant heartbeat,

like the wails of La Llorona.

The pounding of a distant heartbeat,

like a fading drum.

The feel of a distant heartbeat,

like the last bite of a favorite meal.

The pain of a distant heartbeat,

like getting stabbed while on novacaine.

The tears from a distant heartbeat,

unheard but pouring still.

This distance is fast growing,

too fast for hope to keep up.

Like a rose dying a slow somber death,

this distance kills me.