Half a heart is a whole on its own,
Tangled in tears so cautiously shown,
For half is elsewhere whilst half remains,
With only those tears to show for the pains.
Crumble it, beat it, defy its desires;
Crushed under the boot of what it inspires. 
But keep it connected and whether it slump,
The faltering muscles continue to pump.
Keep dreaming and wherever the other will go,
The link keeps the heartbeat still steady, if slow.
For all that we need is that something to live for,
A heartbeat in silence, a light from the shore.
Two hearts though distanced, one-sided, alone,
Allow for the half to be whole on its own.

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