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.