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.
Bitterness.
Betrayal.
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.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Without Any Further Ado
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