There was a heart,
a fragile heart,
that was very well guarded
by a cage of ribs and
a wall of muscle and
an even stronger wall
of refusals to share even
a whisper of the heart inside.
There was another heart,
still a fragile heart,
that wasn’t as well guarded,
which had a cage and walls,
but whispered and spoke of itself.
The two hearts met
and nothing happened
for many, many days.
The speaking heart was patient and
respectful of the well-walled heart,
asked it questions now and then,
but mostly the speaking heart
shared its thoughts and dreams, and
sometimes simply sat next to the
well-walled heart and hummed.
Over time, the first ring of defense
began to lighten, and the
well-walled heart whispered some wishes,
finding that the speaking heart
was also a good listening heart.
Slowly, slowly, slowly,
the whispers grew, flourished, strengthened,
as a tree nurtured in sunshine.
Now the hearts walk together,
speaking of things inside of them,
wanting to not only to share,
but to hear what the other one has to say.
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