Nestled between my lungs
lies a small gold heart.
A twin exists 4000 miles away,
listening to his breath for me.

Counting his heartbeats and
every time he laughs just for
me, so that the next time we
meet I'll have missed nothing.

Beside my gold heart lies
another, but I confess
this one belongs not to me
but to the chest of my lover.

I have grown used to turning
my head and seeing him there,
to counting his breaths
and matching our steps.

To twining our fingers
and touching his skin.
To the scent that is him
and the sound that I know.

I have become accustomed,
you see, to wrapping my
existence around his in
every way that I can.

I have grown used to being free
with my words, but now I must
seal them shut again, for there
are more I cannot speak.

Three little words again,
filled with as much meaning as
declarations of love and 
bold affection.

There's a little gold heart
that lies on my chest and listens
to the words for him so that
he won't be missing anything.