Heartstring

Their hearts are connected by a single string

And every time she pulls the line

It slides through her hand

And pools at her feet.

She aches to draw closer,

But the words and images in thread

Are her only comfort.

She looks out in the distance

Sees the string going on

And on,

And on,

Curving at the end of the horizon,

Yet never slacking.

She can feel a voice echoing down the vein

With a hint of cologne in its wake

Can hear the vibration

Resonating in her chest.

She cries out as she watches

The threads of others grow thin

And snap—

Waiting for hers to follow suit.

She yearns for him all the day long

For a glimpse of the soul on the other side

And in the night hours he is there for a moment

And in the morning he fades into whispers

And impressions of pillows held too tightly.

She tugs the string

He tugs back

And both look forward

To a day when the string will slacken.