The wine, like poison- I submit.
With all my regrets I fall asleep.
Morning breaks through the hole in the blinds, casting a shadow on your body.
I crouch there, I hide.
Light filters orange across your frame.
I remember the smell in the air, the curve in your back, the colors of dusk, and the
silence of rest.
I’m punished as I watch you leave.
I never knew it would be the last.
If I had known, the words I could have said.
I could have pushed to have you stay, if just for one more day.