lub-dub…
will you ever know? will you ever care, along your peregrination among life’s shores, about my own hopes? will you ever pause and label a thought with my name?
lub-dub…
i have no idea whether your wishes and mine will ever sound the same, whether your footsteps will ever borrow, even if only by accident, the rhythm of mine, or whether you’ll stop at some point in front of some bookshelf and, while looking at the nicely lined-up titles, you’ll have a feeling of deja-vu, wondering about the unexplained sensation of already knowing the content of some not-yet read book…
lub-dub…
i don’t know if you will unconsciously start at some point to like the things that i love, simply because i loved them, even if you won’t know that i did…i don’t even know if, after the haze is gone, you’ll ever think of me again…
lub-dub…
i don’t know you, and you don’t know me…but i know you carry inside your chest, in your heartbeats, colored with unwritten words and smelling like the dreams of yesteryear, my very own, personal, custom-made lub-dub…take care of it for me, will you?...
lub-dub…
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for all organ donors - this is about a different kind of gift :)
An intriguing and needed verse in dedication to organ donors outlining the extra and different gifts that come with hearts. Much food for thought contained in these lines.