Listening to your heartbeat like it's a story that'll never be told again

listening to your heartbeat like it's the first edition vinyl
of my favourite song
and the only copy ever made

listening to your heartbeat
like the universe is sending me a message
through the whistles of the wind

listening to your heartbeat like science is trying to contact me
via the thuds of your *****
and justify the inexplicable
of how two astronomically unidentifiable catastrophes
clashed and become one planet
in a galaxy surrrounded by false stars
that actually turned out to be passing planes

Her eyes stare out
Into emptily brimming space
At the lives that run before her
Almost touching, seeming to reach out  
But never crossing paths
Oblivious to her presence

She sits, surrrounded by surreality
By the irony of her twisted fate
To be so close to human touch,
to the relief of shared laughter and tears
And still, trapped in a tomb of solitude

Unmoved by a smile that sneaks
Across her face as a stranger smiles back
For such is transient, never to be realized
As a bigger part, of eternity

Slowly, gently, tendrils of her being
Creep toward another soul
Cautiously approach, then close around
Only to be severed
Ousted by a stronger spirit

And then she saw, a glimmer of light
That closed in on her, swallowed her whole
And she lived in the rays of starlight
For a time

Twice, in four hundreds of days
The lambency would engulf her
With the clemency of company
And then shut her in darkness

And now she stays, alone in a crowd
The silence is deafening
As her heart screams out
For the starlight to touch
Her hand once again