The sound was part of it. I know that much.
Without it I would never -- that is, I
Would not have thought to turn around and clutch
Your hand. I think you knew that that was why,
Or else why did you smile at me, so kind
And open, when so many others were
Closed up against me? It's not that I mind,
Of course I don't, and yet I might prefer
To know if you were totally sincere,
Which I can never know because that sound
Drove normalcy away. I can still hear
That beat sometimes when no one is around.
It pulsed, and we moved closer in the throng,
Enough to make me feel I could belong.
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