I pressed my hand to your chest so many times

 I pressed my hand to your chest so many times,

feeling the steady rhythm that anchored me through life.

Now the sound has gone silent.
But in my own chest, I still hear it—
your heartbeat, echoing inside my own.

That’s what love does.
It doesn’t leave.
It becomes a part of us,
a rhythm that never fades.

You are the heartbeat that stays.