Heart Beats for Him
Some nights, I still hear it —
his heartbeat.
Not in a dream, not in memory,
just there.
Like a soft echo inside my chest.
It’s strange how the body remembers
what the mind tries to let go.
That calm rhythm —
the one that used to steady me
when everything else fell apart.
I don’t chase that feeling anymore.
It just comes when it wants to —
like he’s checking in quietly,
reminding me that love doesn’t end,
it just shifts shape.
Maybe that’s why I still feel him
in the stillness of the night,
in the sound of my own breathing,
in every quiet moment that doesn’t ask for words.
He’s not here,
but the heartbeat he left behind —
still beats for him.
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