The Imprints Left Behind

Let me hold your hands

In my heart

I’ll grasp them tight

Wrapped in pumping muscle

They’ll stay warm

All through the night

When you tear free

The gaping wound

The only proof I held you near

I will bandage closed

With a plaster mold

Fill the cracks

Only your hands could fit into

Let the dust settle

Around my lungs

Between heaving breaths

As I learn that

Hearts never beat the same way

Twice