Your thoughts stir—
memories of older days,
dreams of our life woven tight.Of us. Heartbeat climbing,
by your heartbeat's rise.Not like once upon a time,
this after-thing came still.You found it, but our heart—
no, not that. Thoughts reference,
tendrils into my mind.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:44 AM UTC
Your thoughts stir—
memories of older days,
dreams of our life woven tight.Of us. Heartbeat climbing,
by your heartbeat's rise.Not like once upon a time,
this after-thing came still.You found it, but our heart—
no, not that. Thoughts reference,
tendrils into my mind.