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Felt

two hearts beat...
keeping a rhythm...
a melody as old as time...
yet feels so new...
crescendos of excitement, of love, of understanding...
then the pendulum swings...
and the tune changes...
tempers flare...
voices raise...
rhythmic beats replaced by the quiet ticking of a metronome...
keeping place...marking time...
hurt feelings, bruised egos...
and the metronome drones on...
keeping place...marking time...
and then the quiet...
now it's just the memories...
and awkward silences...
that cling like cobwebs...
unseen but always...
felt

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