Two Hearts
For so many years you were my oxygen
My breath
My conversational mate
You made me laugh
My heart inside your heart
My hand inside your hand
Before we knew each other we were lost
Two halves wandering
Steps searching
Traveling toward a place to call home
You found me
My arms were wreaths
My intentions were circles
Our laughter was a room filled with jewels
You spoiled me by listening to me
I spoiled you by laughing at your jokes
I hope I gave you enough
I did my best and that was all I had
You were/are/will be
My everything
Nothing will change
Nothing
When the world comes to an end
Eliza Mimski lives and writes in San Francisco, California. Her work has appeared in Sparkle and Blink, the Lascaux Review, Poets Responding to the News, Fiction365, amid other places.