Two Hearts in One Chest

I am sitting here watching the night pool around the street lights and letting my thoughts drift to you. I probably shouldn't and I am worried that this feeling growing in my stomach is blooming into something much more significant than I feel capable of dealing with. Sleep has fled from me as the night is receding into the slivers of day. The slow lightening of the horizon is mirroring the fretting taking up my mind. I want to close my eyes but the possibility of another beating heart is deafening me. Chasing me from the edges of darkness into a blinding sunlight I want to keep away forever.

If I could only live in the night I would. I would let the darkness define me in blurry outlines and secret shadows chasing down the shining eyes of cat-like gods through the thickening wood. The knot in my stomach grows, twists, turns; starts dancing to mimic my racing thoughts stumbling around the block on their own merit, stopping to ask strangers for spare dimes. They won't let me sleep with their loud conversations about lost hearts and little fingers. I'm terrified of what might be happening and the decision I might have to make.

You are a crippler. You cripple hearts without even realizing it. You cripple bodies with an unnerving delight. You cripple minds through a sheer obliviousness to your surroundings and the affects you have on the already dead and dieing. You don't know what you have done.

I put my ear to the ground and listen very quietly. I am listening for another beat, afraid that it might actually be there. Afraid of what it will mean in the face of the awakening day. I close my eyes and two hearts beat in two different places in the same body. The dawn sings its indifference and I wander off to find something to eat.