hand in hand

He reads my heart

like he knows the back of

his own two hands.

He knows me better

than I know myself,

he hears my thoughts

and adopts them as his own.

He breathes when I breathe,

on the same beat.

He laughs when I laugh,

on the same key.

And when I cry,

he holds me in his embrace

until we are once again

living in the same rhythm,

hand in hand, breath by breath,

laughing.

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