Three hearts circling around one and that was the one that was fading. Only two would become one and the other with the story but slowly fading grasp. "I'm sorry," you said with your arms in mine, but that night as the sky opened up, it should have been me apologizing, I had my true heart in my hand the whole time. I wasn't allowing the left to let go of the fading ones, in the ever fearful reality of change. Leaving you with weeks for a lifetime.