Passion. Sweat.
Rhythm. Heat.
Wrongful sin.
Nails digging.
The climax.
The collapse.
A soft smile.
A warm glow.
Cold shower.
And she waits.
Breathless, tired but content.
He'll slip back under the sheets.
She'll hold him.
And fall into blissful slumber.
Day breaks.
The sunlight streams in pass the white curtains.
Blinking, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
She'll look down at the boy and smile.
The room has a soft yellowish glow.
Carefully, she slides out of bed from the foot end and grabs her bag.
Out to the bathroom, she freshens up.
Quietly, she'll sneak back in bed.
Too happy to be beside him.
Happiness like that was never meant to last.
He'll wake up.
Grouchy.
He'll roll around while she jumps up and down.
Eventually giving in.
He gets out of bed.
The bathroom, a cigarette.
Steaming coffee, a cigarette.
A lazy start to the day, lounging on the couch.
Anticipation.
He'll snap out of post- sleep stupor.
And teases her, she'll laugh and mocks him in retaliation.
Playful banter as they plan their day.
And the day begins.
Days keep passing. Time keeps moving.
The world continues spinning.
Forward, onward.
It so easy to remember.
Just by shutting my eyes, the memories will come rushing back.
The sights and sound, the smells and smiles.
Scenes after scenes from my very own movie.
So clear, like crystal.
You made it impossible to forget you.
So my thoughts can't help but run wild, did i really make it so easy for you to forget me?