When Parted Poem by Whitney Jones Olson

When Parted



If it is, then, true
that we have only a number
of heartbeats,
then i lose a few
in hectic flight when i think
of all my beats without you.

Every minute, eighty-eight
steps approaching the pulse
which parts us,
then slips away our fate
for we don't have faith in heaven
let this my sleep abate.

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