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"So Many Hearts"

we meet—
a spark, a glance,
the air rearranged.

(come to know each other)
like maps half‑drawn,
lines sketched in haste,
roads that vanish into fog.

we (fall in) love—
not gently,
but like glass dropped
on stone.

(and) we part (right after)—
the echo still ringing,
the room still warm,
yet already empty.

that is the story
of so many hearts:
a rhythm of arrivals,
               departures,
the silence between.

( this is how many sad stories evolve )
not with thunder,
   but with the faint click
         of a door closing,
        a shadow folding itself
                   back into night.

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