So when I sobered up i decided to go over the thing I wrote yesterday and fix it up so I figured I'd post it. I'm up for tips on how to maybe fix the ending. Its a piece about what happened the first time I saw my significant other who is a drummer






We receive but one heart in this life.
It will break
It will crack
It will bruise
It will shatter
And sometimes it will drain,
But never emptied, never completely.
But this heart will always mend, heal, and put itself back together.
Even if it sometimes needs some assistance.
And then it will fill once more with memories of love passed,
Love we are so fortunate to feel for all things in this gift we call the present,
And with love for all of the good that may be in the future, sometimes called hope.
Every heart beat beats with the drummer playing that special tune to its life.
Millions of beats.
Thumping and pumping to the tempo to your smile, your walk, every essence of your being.
And it was in that moment, when i felt yours.
mine stopped.
Mine skipped a beat.
The rhythm stopped.
Pure silence.
A melody of uncertainty, fear, joy, and certainty.
That I learned truly, and surely, this symphony was love.
The beats resume with synchronizing smiles and harmonize.