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Late at night, I can hear your heartbeat through the wall. I can hear it throb and ache for something that has been long gone from your life. I rest my ear against the cold concrete that separates us and listen.

Closely

Attentively

and quietly.

I lay my hand upon this wall hoping to send you some sort of comfort.

Oddly enough, I feel like I can reach you, and I can somehow feel your hand pressed against this rugged surface.

I can feel the excitement in your palm, and it feels as if we are both trying to push our way to each other through this concrete that seems unable to be moved.

I knock softly along the wall hoping maybe just this once you’ll respond to tell me that this isn’t my imagination.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Nothing.

Your heartbeat still feels as loud as ever.

Why won’t you answer me?

Why does it feel like all of you is surging through the walls, the floor, and everything in this apartment?

I can’t help but slump down and feel you throb through the floor all along my back.

I  close my eyes for just a moment.

Knock 

Knock

Knock

Something.

Something is knocking along the floor, frantically calling for me to answer.

I press my palms along the surface of the hardwood floor, and it feels hot.

The heartbeat

That heartbeat

How badly I want to sink into the floor

But it is all just my imagination.