Your heart is a language
I’ve always known how to speak–
words are our playthings
but we really talk in beats–
I know your rhythms
I’ve followed them for so long
I hear your reasons
pounding in your chest
You owe no explanations–
I trusted you first
before you were mine
and some things won’t change
There’s an art to letting go
and I’ve learned it well
you can only add,
not subtract
and I know you need to fly far
but you always come back