Heart Beating

I need to get to the place

You were walking in the fog

You had that red dress on.

The tops over the bins

Appeared as though 

they were about to sing

When it was just the rats

Climbing in.

I was moving in your sea

With your fair hands steering me

The bins we placed the fog

Of our strange lives in,

Appeared as though

Life was about to sing.

And at the end

I heard my heart beating.