I.

Sometimes my heart feels like it’s being wrung dry,
I feel that way now.

Tonight hurts.

Not just for my own reasons,
those will always be there,
but a thousand others humming in the background,
not allowing me to forget for one moment
we live in a disparate world.

II.

It’s an amazing feeling talking to someone heart-to-heart,
feel you’re both aware of the other,
a human connection like pure warmth,
giving them mercy for their past,
knowing you would want it too;
hope for a bond that overshadows
the fear, and stills the movement
of old wounds.

Emily©