Her heartbeat echoed
off the hardwood floor.
Mine stayed still,
already ahead of the echo.
She touched the chair,
felt it like a confession.
But I had placed the truth
on her tongue hours before.
Her heartbeat echoed
off the hardwood floor.
Mine stayed still,
already ahead of the echo.
She touched the chair,
felt it like a confession.
But I had placed the truth
on her tongue hours before.