Knowing

A little experimental poem about finding someone to connect with on a level deeper than you expected.

too real for heaven

and too comfortable for hell

what is this place

a touch 

that reads the legend and lore of a dying heart

lingers a little longer

on the edges that hurt most

a presence

like morning breaking through the clouds

after a long night

whose is this heart

that has bled and healed

just like mine?

Author's Note

Writing after an incredibly long time, so obviously rusted beyond recognition. Hoping to oil my gears though more pieces like this. Thanks for reading!