She said she stayed up to count the beats. One and then two and then three. She says my heart moves with nowhere to go but it doesn't care because it's known no other place. She says it dances. One and then two and then three. She says my heart is lonely because even when her cheek lay still on my chest it calls out to her constantly. She says even when she kisses it tenderly and whispers to it softly it beats loudly without rest. She says it screams. One and then two and then three. She saysmy heart comes out sometimes. She says it comes out to climb ladders and paint skies, she says it comes out to warm its legs and shed, she says it comes out and looks for her. She says it becomes vulnerable and soft and innocent and naïve and curious and smiling. She says it becomes human. One and then two and then three. She says that maybe her heart is the same way. She says that maybe it beats the same way. She says that maybe they'll collide and spit fire. She says maybe we can see each other again. She says it's wonderful. One and then two and then three… She said my heart beats so she'll see me again.