Out of sync.

The rain falls gently outside.
The clocks tick ceaselessly inside.
Pitter, tick, patter, tock.
The rhythm drums on.

He sits against the wall with legs stretched out.
She sits against him with her knees drawn up.
Heart beats and silent breaths.
In rhythm, hearts drum on.

He walks out, never looks back.
She stays in, resisting the reach out.
Pitter, tick, patter, tock.
The rhythm drums on.

And hearts out of sync,
still drum on.

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