just barely

taking
a
breath
but
there
are
no
words
for
what
is
happening
and
yet
somehow
there
are
still
words
on
this
page
on
these
fingertips
on
this
tongue
waiting
for
words
to
match
what
was
written
on
her
heart
before
the
world
began
.
     somehow
     something
     someone
     someday
     someway
     will
     match
     and
     work
     and
     never
     leave
     and
     always
     stay
.
love
will
be
enough
to
span
the
great
divide
between
hearts
and
her
home
will
come
home
and
be
home
.
     hearts
     will
     continue
     to
     heal
     while
     hurting
     in
     new
     ways
     indescribable
     and
     disconsolate
     because
     it's
     what
     hearts
     do
.
hearts
love
this
heart
only
knows
what
it
knows
and
can't
do
anything
but
love
no
matter
what
or
so
it
would
appear
.