The Heart string_______

Every night before I close my lids,

I imagine a white string that connects my heart to yours,

I tug on it to make sure your still there, in hopes that you'll tug back.

I have never seen your face but I know one day my tired eyes will see you as you are.

The lines of your furrowed brows, your smile.

All the things about you I will come to treasure.

The way you will sit next to me when you find me drawing at 3am.

I think of this when I tug on my heart string.

Your the one that will accept me.

I am the one that will accept you.

Always.
So when I tug please tug back and I know I will find you soon.