Sunday, May 1, 2016

In this bed.

It all happened.
          In this bed. 

Every Monday night.
     Everything happened. 
          In this bed. 

We ate ice cream.
     Out of the tub. 
          In this bed. 

We watched films. 
     We listened to music. 
          In this bed. 

We made love. 
     All night. 
          In this bed. 

We lived out fantasies. 
          In this bed. 

We looked into each other’s eyes. 
          In this bed. 

We spooned. 
          In this bed. 

We laughed. 
          In this bed. 

We said I love you. 
          In this bed. 

We imagined a future together. 
          In this bed. 

Forever. 
     And always. 
          In this bed. 

Now,
     Nothing happens. 
          In this bed. 

Every Monday night.
     Nothing happens. 
          In this bed.

I remember.
     Eating ice cream out of the tub. 
          In this bed. 

I remember.
     Watching films and listening to music. 
          In this bed.

I remember.
     Making love all night. 
          In this bed. 

I remember. 
     Living out fantasies. 
          In this bed. 

I remember. 
     Looking into each other’s eyes. 
          In this bed. 

I remember.
     Spooning. 
          In this bed. 

I remember. 
     Laughing. 
          In this bed.

I remember.
     Saying I love you. 
          In this bed.   

I remember.
     Imagining a future together. 
          In this bed.

Never. 
     And never again.
          In this bed.

               In this bed.


                    In this bed.

~tall penguin~