A Heart is the Same

There is my heart,

and then there is you,

and I'm not sure there

is a difference

When we first met, you were just a name. I learned it and said it often. Time later, the name grew. It became a want to be closer. The gap turned into nothing and we were one. Now, as I sit by your side, as you hold me close, your name sounds like more. It sounds like my heart. And I soon saw that you and my heart were the same. 

My heart will only stop beating when you are gone

Notes from Naomi