"So, how's your heart?"
"I don't know. I haven't stopped to listen to it lately," she says with a laughter-filled smile.
and i smile too. it's an honest answer for most of us on many days.
so, I take a moment;
and I stop to let my fingers feel my own pulse,
feel my heart beating beneath the piles of clean laundry and post-its and half read applications.
I feel it beating fast like i'm running late to class again,
and slow like i'm dosing the afternoon sun with a friend.
I feel it pulsing anticipation and eager longing and fear,
uncertainty and desperation and deep desire.
here's my heart
beating with all the feelings of life.
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