we are loosely wound together
just mere days under our belts
but something screams genuine
and knocks on the door of my heart
she wasn't home before, my heart
she had been broken into, and robbed
steadily took her time, getting back home
to find a welcome mat, courageously laid
now she's sculpting her days around those moments
beating in tune with an identical, sound heart
avoiding fractures, robbers, and tears
at all costs---