-In the silences,
between your laughter
and your sighs,
I heard the beating
of your heart.
I kept count of the cadence,
as it continued,
behind your words
and the expressions
you conjured.
It whispered,
in each of your breaths,
in each sigh, each laugh;
it gave a rhythm
to my heart.
And breathing,
like our heart’s beating,
filled the space between us
and our eyes drifted
to the awareness of an ‘other’.
Like Lacan’s mirror,
the synchronous beats in time
conjured the impression
of completion
between us.
Such that in your absence,
as I remain, still,
the rhythm of my beating heart
syncopates in search
of you.