It’s lonely, where I am,
where you are, a lover’s leap
and a stone throw away.
But thrown away is the stone,
the key to your heart.
It beats slowly,
and cannot match mine’s pace.
Catch up, Catch up, it says.
I cannot hear you, yours says.
I’ll wait, mine says.
I do not love you, yours says.
And when have we not listened to our own hearts?