If only we were born,
to know,
the flutters.
That would shape our very human being.

In the form of her smile and dimples,
his laugh, and his kindness that showed.
Through the darkness,
that separated.
The two of us.

Like Broken fragments,
from two worlds.
Biting at our skins,
like glass in our chests.

Embedding itself in our hearts.
With joy, and memories.

A song so sweet,
pulsing,
like a heartbeat.

Swelling,
with the music. With the ears that we tuned.
Together.
Gazes met.
He finally sees her,
and she sees him.