#85 there is a small, unknown chamber in the hiding places of the heart that contains a tiny, locked box and this is what i found in mine

remember that summer when everything was new and how from our seperate rooms we shared a wall our headboards only inches apart yet so far away and once late in the night you tapped three times on the wall and waited and i tapped back and waited and like this we carried on for hours and in the morning over the cereal we stirred aimlessly we smiled silently at our newfound language of love and how every night after we lay awake waiting and it always came then back and forth we tapped everything out and understood without words each other then one night you tapped differently three times then silence i tapped four and there you were and then you were gone bhagiti 7.13.07 perrysburg, oh