I Write Song Lyrics, Poetry, and Short Stories

Take a moment,
and feel your heartbeat.
My chest is cool beneath my shirt.
Each pulse --
a rhythm
I cannot stop.
I've tried, yet it only slows
or hastens
in kind to my life.
Look to the one you love.
Mine is black,
hair long.
They are lost in thought on the computer,
quiet
save the careful tapping at keys.
When I focus on them, there is
a haze like the space between heartbeats
and that too,
is something I cannot stop.
It is something I won't.