Beating heart

We all sat there, watching each other.
We all had a story , tangeld the way it is.
we were all differnt, not much alike..
At the corner of the table, the tattoo man smiled just like the little girl who sat near him.

The old lady giggled and pulled her glass against me.
I cheered, the tattoo man laughed and pulled his glass towards the ceiling.
The little girl clapped her hands.

I could hear my heart beating,
I could hear everyone's heart.
I could hear the human noise we sat there making.
Not one of us moving.
Not even when the room went dark.