My Heart

I have come to believe

that when you leave my side

my heart goes with you,

for it does not beat the same

when we are apart.

By your side,

there are moments when

my heart, it beats,

quickly, so quickly, you can feel it

fluttering against my chest.

And there are moments when

my heart, it beats

slowly, so slowly, you can feel it

still, skipping every thump.

But, when you are not near,

my heart is steady, monotonous,

as if it has been transformed

into a ticking clock

which merely counts the hours

that are left until you are

once more by my side.