The beautiful woman disappears,
And I’m lost when she’s not here
To recite my name
Like a mockingbird’s refrain.

Her sweet words echo in my brain
As I gaze out midnight windows
Following the path
Of the gently falling rain.

It is my soul that exists
Between the spaces of her heartbeats,
And her breath is my perfume
When flowers fade in a sunlit room
And I’m facing certain defeat.

I’ve forgotten my home
To linger for a moment in her eyes.

Uriah Hamilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spaces-between-her-heartbeats/