Between Heartbeats

I am living
on the memory
of the taste of your kisses
the touch of your hand
and each quiet moment
between heartbeats

relentless time
passes at so many different speeds
of hours and minutes and months
I cannot find a calendar
to encompass it

but somehow
between this heartbeat
and the next
I will find you again
in the deepest place
my heart goes

because that is where
I go
to wait

Don McGonigal
September 2009