Thump, Thump, Thump

and she wondered, “Was it really he that was at my door? Was it he that was knocking all night long?”

and she woke up, unsure of what was real and what was her imagination.

the only thing she did know, or so it seemed, was the faint, thump, thump, thump.

the beating of his heart,

just outside her door,

just outside her door.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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