Heartbeat.

I hear your heart beat in everything I do.

It was a Tuesday afternoon
I saw you standing at that post...
The same one I remember meeting you before-
     from all those years back.

Of course,
You looked just as beautiful as the first day I saw you
     those 22 years ago.

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It was a show tonight.
That acrobatic opera you were interested in?
You'd been talking about them for a long time...
So, naturally, I got you tickets.

It was a special occasion,
(And an excellent night.)
The atmosphere was electric-
You smiled all night long-
     [It was like they were all there for you!]

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Yes, it was a special occasion.
We never thought you'd make it this far!

Apparently, the incidence of this kind of cancer has a low survival rate.
We were told it had gone into remission.

Naturally we were overjoyed!
Found the time and strength to do everything we were too scared to do before.

Those cuddles that meant 'goodbye'
Now meaning 'nice to see you again',
Those glances to check that you're still breathing
Now checking that you're still smiling...

Yes, I remember that night like the sound of your heartbeat.
I put those ticket stubs in my wallet...
We were going to put them in a scrapbook for later.

I kissed you again that night...
I thanked God for our precious time,
I held you in my arms as we slept together.
I left the curtains open so we could see the moon.

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You didn't wake up.
I sat by your hospital bed for days, waiting for answers.
I asked question after question,
     to doctors,
     to nurses,
     to God....

And I got nothing.

And now I cry.

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I may never have had the chance to say goodbye,
But I can still see her stood by that post,
     Where we met, 22 years ago.

I can open my wallet and see those ticket stubs
reminding me of her one last wish.

Of her smiles.

I can no longer look at the moon.
Those curtains remain closed...

But, when times get really hard..,
I can still feel her heartbeat.