Sunday, March 23, 2008

Without Any Further Ado

by Robert Gryfft

Splinters of light: it was morning. I could feel her warm weight behind me.

Emotions trickled through my reluctantly conscious mind- Guilt. Longing. Regret.



I wished I could remember those hours, when I was someone else.

I wished she could love me the way she loved the stranger who had worn my skin.

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